Facing such a combined attack, the Celestial truly became sluggish. Although it wasn't completely frozen, the assault still caused unavoidable interference.
Just as the dragon slammed into him, the prehistoric Bounty Hunter's trident came down as well, carrying the Half-Moon Slash.
What followed was enough to shatter Blaine's understanding of reality—because that strike severed the Celestial's head.
Insane. Absolutely insane. Was his prehistoric self really this terrifying? Fighting the Celestial hadn't been in vain after all. Worthy of being called an assassin in a suit of flesh—killing a Celestial with a single strike.
"Agamotto, are you ready?"
While Blaine was still caught up in his excitement, his prehistoric counterpart remained frowning, his expression cold and severe, as if the blow just now had missed and the powerful enemy was still standing.
Confused, Blaine followed his gaze and looked at the Celestial lying on the ground. The moment he saw it clearly, his heart jolted.
The head—large enough to rival an armored vehicle—was slowly writhing, attempting to reconnect with its body.
"Oh, shit… careless."
Blaine slapped his forehead. (In his current bodiless, soulless state, this action was purely imagined by his mind.) He suddenly snapped back to awareness. He really had been careless. Even he himself possessed self-healing abilities—let alone a Celestial. Being here truly dulled his thinking. Such a low-level mistake shouldn't have happened.
"This won't work."
"This level of sealing can't restrain its energy at all."
Hearing Agamotto's voice from afar, Blaine was rendered speechless. After tinkering for so long, that was the conclusion? Was Agamotto's realm really this limited? The Sorcerer Supreme? The Ancient One could seal Dormammu, yet this guy couldn't even seal a Celestial.
(Of course, what Blaine didn't know was that when the Ancient One sealed Dormammu, she was influenced by dark matter as well. That was why she later had to rely on dark matter to extend her lifespan and enhance her strength—at the cost of side effects far beyond what ordinary people could imagine.)
"Time is running out."
"The Dragon Half-Moon Slash can only suppress its healing for three minutes."
"Go. I'll add to it."
Now that the prehistoric Bounty Hunter had spoken, what reason did Agamotto have left to hesitate?
Agamotto sat down cross-legged, his hands moving nonstop as his gestures changed one after another. The speed was so fast that even Blaine was astonished—dozens of hand seals completed in less than a second.
As the gestures continued, Agamotto's body gradually became illusory, carrying an empty, hollow feeling.
Yet as everyone's eyes remained fixed on him, their expressions unconsciously filled with an indescribable sorrow, mixed with profound respect.
As to why—when Blaine carefully observed Agamotto, he immediately understood.
At this moment, Agamotto was actually using his own life to redraw the magic array. In other words, the sealed magic array his prehistoric self had mentioned required a life as sacrifice, paid for with one's very existence. (It was also possible that Agamotto had voluntarily chosen to sacrifice his life to strengthen the array. Either way, he deserved respect.)
Kaka… kaka… kaka…
Suddenly, the sound of mechanical rotation echoed through the air. A golden magic circle, no larger than a file folder, slowly rose from beneath Agamotto's feet. Though small, its complexity—
—made Blaine's scalp go numb just from looking at it.
Moreover, Blaine not only couldn't understand this magic circle, he couldn't even sense the slightest fluctuation of energy. One had to remember that Blaine had practiced countless magic circles from the Hunter system.
After watching the sealing magic circle rise, it quickly flew toward the head of the Celestial.
The moment it reached the top of the Celestial, the magic circle expanded and extended instantly, forming a gigantic —a golden circular
filled with intricate lines and grooves.
Once the giant
expanded to a certain extent, it fell straight down. With a loud boom, it covered the body of the Celestial like a massive mountain pressing down.
However, this giant
didn't seem particularly sturdy. The Celestial's head had already reconnected to its body and was struggling continuously. The
itself looked precarious, as though it could shatter at any moment.
"Stop going crazy!"
Blaine watched as his prehistoric self, after returning the trident to the Hunter space, crossed his legs in midair above the Celestial and rapidly changed hand seals.
As the gestures shifted, Blaine discovered that something seemed to be flying out from his prehistoric self toward the Celestial. It was nothing other than star cores containing the power of the universe. There were even three tenth-level star cores, which made Blaine's jaw drop.
A tenth-level star core was something that could be lost just like that—so it seemed his past self really had been a local tyrant. This also explained why, with the Dragon Trident in Blaine's hands now—no, even with the curse poison on the trident in this era—it still couldn't restrain the self-healing ability of a boss of the Celestial's level.
Originally, Blaine had wondered why curse poison could suppress dragon bones but couldn't suppress a Celestial. Thinking about it now, he realized he had made another low-level mistake. (At this moment, Blaine hadn't seen the prehistoric Bounty Hunter use curse poison at all. This was purely his own speculation. The specific situation would be revealed later.)
The star cores that flew out were like well-trained soldiers, inlaid one by one into the four sides of Agamotto's magic circle.
"Is that the core of the formation?"
"Using life to draw the magic circle, using star cores as the energy source…"
"A single magic circle actually needs so many star cores."
"How powerful must this sealing magic circle be, to even require tenth-level star cores?"
"As expected, it's a grand undertaking—worthy of the Sorcerer Supreme."
Blaine witnessed all of this clearly. Even with his pride, he couldn't help but admire the perfect cooperation between the two of them, how seamlessly they complemented one another.
As more and more star cores were embedded into the magic circle, the Celestial on the ground became noticeably more subdued. The magic circle advanced another step, completely enveloping its entire body. It no longer merely covered it as before, but wrapped it tightly, like a mummy.
As the star cores continued to fall, Blaine deliberately counted them. In the blink of an eye, the prehistoric Bounty Hunter—Wang Qian—had thrown out no fewer than three tenth-level star cores, precisely distributed at the Celestial's head, abdomen, and calves. As for star cores of other levels, there were countless numbers of them. Blaine was so dazzled that he didn't even see clearly when they were thrown.
With the Celestial's body completely motionless, the battle could finally be considered over. Although Blaine still didn't understand the significance of his journey through time, in the end, he had still gained something from it.
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