I Made Up Forbidden Spells, and They Actually Worked?

Having arrived at the eighth layer, Dean Bruce didn't want to miss the opportunity.

Given his previous experiences with novels and movies, facing the various traps and puppets had felt like a downgrade in difficulty for him.

As long as he provided guidance, he could easily unravel the challenges ahead.

However, as they progressed to the later layers, the number of people successfully passing through dwindled, which meant fewer others were following along.

Currently, in the entire eighth layer, it was just Dean Bruce and his group, leaving Prolo Hawthorne, Hannah Fields, and the others in deep admiration of him.

At that moment, Dean Bruce's strength was probably regarded as on par with the top-tier experts in their eyes!

Even though Dean Bruce looked quite young, their doubts had vanished.

Thus, the group of eight fixed their respectful and hopeful gazes on Dean Bruce.

"Alright, you all try moving ahead first to see if this layer has traps or puppets," Dean Bruce said calmly, gesturing for Prolo Hawthorne and the others to step forward.

Having gone through previous battles together, Prolo Hawthorne and the others were now closer and didn't care about their identities. They quietly approached based on their strength.

Buzz—

As Prolo Hawthorne, the one with the highest magical level, got close to the giant statue, the flowing yellow sand surged and suddenly coalesced into a shadowy figure, resembling a sand soldier, armed with a spear and charging toward Prolo Hawthorne and his companions.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

The sound of air being sliced apart echoed as seven shadowy figures made of yellow sand emerged and rushed at them.

"Here we go, Thunder Dragon descends!"

Now that they were at the final layer, Prolo Hawthorne didn't hold back; he pulled out the staff given to him by his grandfather, and in an instant, flashes of lightning erupted, with the faint presence of a dragon lingering in the air.

Crackle and Boom!

Thunder erupted in the air, quickly coalescing into a massive thunder dragon that charged toward the numerous shadowy figures made of yellow sand.

Bang, bang, bang—

However, almost instantly upon contact, the spear formed from the yellow sand pierced through the thunder dragon. Even though the lightning crackled, it failed to inflict any damage on the sand figures.

In fact, it didn't even affect them!

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No surprise there; they were made of sand, an inherent insulator, so they were naturally unaffected by the lightning.

"Not good! Quickly use water elemental magic!" Prolo Hawthorne's expression changed as he shouted urgently.

But before he could retreat, the group of sand figures had already torn through the thunder dragon and rushed right up to him.

The spear swept across, striking him in the chest like a giant hammer, sending him flying and causing blood to spray from his mouth.

Moreover, the movement speed of the sand figures was incredibly fast. The moment they sent Prolo Hawthorne flying, they charged toward the other six members.

Bang, bang, bang—

The crisp sounds of impact rang out continuously. Aside from Maggie Swain, who triggered her protective shield with her magical robe to absorb the blow, the other five were knocked back just like Prolo Hawthorne, coughing up blood.

Of course, even though the damage was mitigated, Maggie Swain was still sent sprawling.

In an instant, Prolo Hawthorne and the others gazed at the towering statue flowing with yellow sand, their eyes filled with fear.

With just one attack, they had been sent flying and injured, clearly indicating a massive disparity in strength. They furrowed their brows, pondering how they could pass through this layer.

Upon closer inspection, the seven figures made of yellow sand did not pursue them. After knocking the seven individuals away, they glanced around for a moment before transforming back into sand and dissipating into the air, disappearing without a trace.

The entire eighth layer fell silent.

"Those sand figures must be the final obstacle. They look incredibly strong."

Hannah Fields observed, frowning as she sensed their power. "They don't seem like puppets, but their strength is terrifying. Even I wouldn't be confident in facing one of those sand figures."

Dean Bruce nodded slightly, not surprised.

According to Hannah Fields, only two individuals had reached the ninth layer in the past millennia, so the difficulty must be considerable!

To be honest, if it were just the sand figures, Dean Bruce would feel a bit disappointed.

After a moment, Prolo Hawthorne wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and pushed himself up from the ground, cursing under his breath, "These sand figures have such strong attack power; I feel like my insides are about to burst!"

"Teacher, can you see anything?" he asked.

As soon as the words left his lips, all eyes turned to Dean Bruce.

At that moment, he was their last hope!

Dean Bruce scrutinized the group and said, "The attacks of these sand figures aren't fixed; they're determined by the challenger's own magical power. Otherwise, your injuries wouldn't be so similar."

"Try to suppress your magical power as much as possible. Avoid engaging them in combat. Use your artifacts and your bodies to absorb the damage, and rush directly to that statue!"

"Huh?"

Upon hearing this plan, Prolo Hawthorne and the others were taken aback. They had noticed the similarities in their injuries but hadn't thought of that reasoning.

How could there be such a vast difference in thinking between people?

For a moment, Hannah Fields looked at Dean Bruce with a gaze that was almost mesmerized.

At least being from the Magic Guild, they all carried alchemical potions to heal their injuries. Coupled with the abundant magical energy of this layer, they quickly regained their strength.

Once they had adjusted their mental state and breathing, Prolo Hawthorne and his group suppressed their magical power to a minimum and charged toward the enormous statue once more.

"Whoosh!"

Buzz—

As soon as Prolo Hawthorne and his companions stepped into the range, the gigantic statue summoned seven sand figures that charged at them.

Seeing the long spears formed from sand rushing toward them, the seven felt a surge of anxiety. However, they had faith in Dean Bruce and dared not to counterattack or reveal their magical power. They could only watch as the spears loomed larger in their vision.

Clang—

A crisp sound rang out. This time, the spears did not knock them back or cause significant harm; instead, they only felt a sharp pain.

"Great! This method works!"

"Charge!"

Exchanging glances, Prolo Hawthorne and his friends excitedly sprinted toward the giant statue.

Hannah Fields exclaimed, "It really is like that! This challenge isn't going to be that simple, is it?"

To that question, Dean Bruce had no answer. He simply watched the massive statue as Prolo Hawthorne and the others gradually drew closer.

However, while the attack power of the sand figures was lower, Prolo Hawthorne and his companions were still mere mortals, blood and flesh. Each time they were pierced by the spears, their injuries worsened.

Even though they had endured much, they were still unable to withstand such damage.

With a slight frown, Dean Bruce couldn't just stand by and watch them perish. In an instant, he moved, appearing beside them in a flash and swept all seven away.

Buzz—

Another sand figure charged out, but Dean Bruce was merely controlling a clone and didn't care. He chose to dissipate it without a second thought.

His real body exited the invisibility state and reappeared in place.

However, Hannah Fields and Prolo Hawthorne were unaware of his clone. They were stunned.

They believed that Dean Bruce had just saved them by teleporting twice!

Teleportation magic typically has some margin of error. How could Dean Bruce control it with such precision? How powerful must his understanding of spatial magic be?

Meanwhile, within the vicinity of the gigantic statue, there were no longer any figures, and the sand figures dissipated as well.

Dean Bruce scanned the area and said, "You all should recover from your injuries first. After that, we can think of other strategies."

Defense was definitely not a viable option; after all, using magical power would only make the sand figures stronger!

He just didn't know if their increase in strength had any limits.

Noticing Dean Bruce deep in thought, Prolo Hawthorne and the others didn't dare speak, quickly returning to the area near the cushions to start their recovery again.

Buzz—

Suddenly, spatial fluctuations erupted, and several figures descended into the eighth layer.

Turning to look, Dean Bruce couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

The newcomers were members of the Nine Provinces Alliance!

But wasn't their leader dead? How could they still be here?

Upon a closer look, Lucy Michelle was also present. Although she appeared quite fatigued, her aura was significantly stronger than before.

"Oh? I didn't expect anyone to have reached this place already!" A woman with long, wavy purple hair stepped forward, her gaze shifting between Dean Bruce and Hannah Fields. She smiled lightly and said, "Church of Light, has it allied with the Magic Guild?"

Hannah Fields glanced at her and replied, "The Church of Light and the Magic Guild have always been allies, including the Nine Provinces Alliance. Isn't that right?"

Hearing this, the purple-haired woman's mouth twitched slightly. On the surface, these top factions were all friendly allies!

Being outmaneuvered by a younger person left her feeling quite annoyed. But before she could respond, the spatial fluctuations trembled again.

Clearly, other factions had also arrived at the eighth layer.

For a moment, Dean Bruce's expression turned strange. Didn't Hannah Fields say that no one had reached the ninth layer in ten thousand years?

Why did it feel like, after only a short time in the sand Secret Realm, so many people were gathering at the eighth layer?

Could it be that only the ninth layer posed a challenge in the entire sand Secret Realm?

Dean Bruce didn't realize that in a closed space, it was difficult for people to perceive the passage of time. It felt like not long had passed, but in reality, quite a bit of time had gone by!