Daimon Gate sprinkled the ground with layers of undead magic power, his expression grave.
The stench of decaying corpses perated the air, as if it could connect the spatial channel to Hell's Abyss at any mont, devouring everything around, even light unable to escape, like a black hole.
For beings below the Seventh-order, once swallowed, probably only bones would remain in the next second.
Even though it continuously corroded Sorset, the Eighth Ancestor, it could not inflict substantial damage on him, undead as he was. He resisted the corpse stench with his own regeneration power and approached Lord Skeleton Daimon Gate.
"Weak, too weak!"
Sorset, the Eighth Ancestor Marquis, laughed heartily to the skies, his voice echoing like muffled thunder within the Hall of Annihilation.
He suddenly leaped forward with a speed nearly imperceptible to the naked eye.
The next second, he appeared in front of rcury Lord Micheal, throwing a punch toward her face.
rcury Lord Micheal instinctively summoned magic power for defense, and Lord Skeleton Daimon Gate's bone shield unfolded before her.
But Sorset's punch seed to carry the weight of thousands, easily shattering the shield and heavily striking rcury Lord Micheal.
rcury Lord Micheal felt an imnse force and was blasted apart, dispersing into splattered rcury.
Seeing this, Lord Skeleton Daimon Gate imdiately summoned the chains of the abyss to restrain Sorset, the Eighth Ancestor Marquis, giving rcury Lord Micheal ti to reform.
In the blink of an eye, the scattered rcury Lord had primarily reconstituted into several smaller forms and began a counterattack against Sorset, silver needles piercing him in an instant.
"Interesting, seems like I can still play with you guys a bit longer."
Sorset, seeing rcury Lord Micheal standing up again, narrowed his eyes.
This was a situation guaranteed to be a win.
It wasn't ending that quickly, rather, it made him more thrilled.
Pure enjoynt.
As his voice fell, Sorset, the Eighth Ancestor Marquis's figure vanished again, and the next instant, he appeared behind Lord Skeleton Daimon Gate.
His fist smashed toward Daimon Gate's back; Daimon Gate only felt a fierce wind sweeping over, and the hastily summoned creatures couldn't block the attack; he was smashed like a cannonball deep into the mountain cliff of the Hall of Annihilation.
"Daimon Gate!"
rcury Lord Micheal scread, hastily casting supporting magic.
But Sorset's pursuit was too fast; Lord Skeleton Daimon Gate, enduring severe pain, stood up but saw Sorset already in front of him before he could counterattack.
...
At this ti, on the eastern side of Blood Moon City.
Another fierce battle was unfolding in Piercing Cold Hall, guarded by Helitier, the Seventh Ancestor Marquess.
The hall sat atop a frozen lake, chilling winds harsh, ice crystals dancing in the air.
The lake's ice layer was several ters thick, its surface smooth as a mirror, reflecting the hall's silhouette.
However, countless undercurrents hid beneath the ice layer, ready to sweep invaders into the abyss beneath the lake.
The hall itself was a blood-colored ice sculpture, its spacious interior adorned with crystal-clear icicles; the outer ring like sharp spears, the inner ring like elegant butterflies.
"Get out of my way, Helitier Marquess!"
Blasphemous Lord logast swung her tal claws continuously, tracing afterimages in the air, aiming to plunge her scorpion tail into Helitier's body and drain her marrow.
...
Helitier, the Seventh Ancestor, simply maintained a phase-shifted state, raising her pitch-black rod, tracing a star chart in the air.
She ignored logast's anger, not confronting her directly but simply aiming to delay her.
And the more agitated logast beca, the more flaws she exposed.
The star chart began to rotate slowly, stars flying out, revolving around Blasphemous Lord logast.
Each ti logast swung her scorpion tail, the stars automatically adjusted positions, guiding Helitier to the best evasion route while disrupting logast's balance.
And when logast's scorpion tail needle approached, the stars released a dazzling light, completely neutralizing the poison.
"Clearly, it should have been by his side, showing him my strength!"
logast, seeing her attacks miss repeatedly, couldn't help but roar.
Her eyes emitted a crazed murderous intent, her speed increasing, almost turning into a purple poison shadow.
"Why are you so keen on protecting him when you should be thinking about killing the Pope?"
Helitier's expression was cold.
Her divination power was strong, but the consumption of her magic power was also high.
The difficulty of delaying logast was higher than expected.
And logically, logast shouldn't have gone berserk, only under extre emotional stress could logast potentially beco stronger.
"He's my prey, and I am his; before we kill each other, none of you Blood Clan has the right to interfere!"
Blasphemous Lord logast screeched, her scorpion tail slashing through space, aiming directly at Helitier's heart with excessive speed.
Helitier swung her rod, a flash of silver light deflecting the tail.
But at that mont, logast's claws also stabbed from another direction, swiftly like a shooting star.
Helitier felt a chill on her shoulder, looking down to see a chunk of flesh had been torn away by the Blasphemous Lord.
Blood gushed from the wound, instantly staining her sleeve; she imdiately retreated.
"The taste of the Blood Clan is quite good, but maybe it's just that you're particularly sweet."
logast put her hand to her mouth, savoring a bit, swallowing Helitier's flesh as if only this could satisfy her vengeance,
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