Chapter 187: The Crystallization of Power

*"The 'Turbid Wind.'"*

Faced with the surging swarm of giant insects, Ivan casually pulled out a potion. The potion contained a viscous, black thread-like substance floating within; it was none other than the refined form of the Black Magic Wind.

He blew lightly across the bottle's opening, and wisps of black-glowing breeze floated out of the potion bottle.

The created breeze drifted forward, precisely sweeping past each giant insect—some were charging toward him, while others were still swelling and transforming.

As soon as the black breeze brushed against the insects, all of their movements froze; they became as lifeless as wooden puppets.

The Turbid Wind left a haunting impression, as if everything in its path faded into oblivion.

*In truth, Ivan was merely exploiting the unique effects of the Black Magic Wind, preying on the weak wills of these insects, incapacitating or outright killing them.*

As Ivan made his move, the masked sorcerer struck as well.