Chapter 654: Chapter 282: Darkness Is Finally Dispelled
In the instant the small ball of golden light flew in, everything seed to co to a standstill, and all eyes were fixed on that dazzling figure.
Boom——
As the golden light collided with the dark fla, a deafening, earth-shattering sound erupted imdiately.
A powerful shockwave swept across the battlefield, lifting countless sand and seawater high into the air.
And its force destroyed everything like a mountain crumbling, plunging the surroundings into chaos.
As the dust gradually settled, people opened their eyes again to see Balzac fallen on the ground, surrounded by faint and dim dark flas.
He twisted his body but could no longer stand up.
This once invincible, fearso Great Demon now seed so fragile and helpless.
"Is this your end?"
David slowly approached this forr king, now like a beast that had lost its fighting spirit.
"You once thought you could rule everything, but those who truly master fate are us, the indomitable wizards!"
At this mont, the gloomy weather also seed to dissipate with the battle’s dust, as sunlight broke through the sky, bringing a touch of warmth and hope to this brutal battlefield.
Balzac looked up at the gradually brightening sky, filled with endless despair and anger.
Even though he was once the fiercest warrior in Hell, having beco a demon after falling as a prince, now he is driven to despair by these humble humans.
The forr pride and dominance turned into nothing at this mont, and that dark power seed to have abandoned him as well.
The demon slowly raised his head, his gaze falling on David’s golden light, and his heart surged with deep fear.
This wizard’s courage and strength displayed in battle made Balzac feel an unprecedented threat.
Even the dark laws he prided himself on mastering now seed unable to resist this force from the light.
"I... won’t lose to you!"
Balzac roared through gritted teeth, his voice mixed with despair and stubbornness.
"You don’t understand what true power is! I will be reborn, I will return to Hell, and I will make you pay the price!"
However, his words appeared powerless in front of David and others; they had long seen through Balzac’s undisguisable insecurity and fear.
Even facing imminent doom, this Tier Five Demon tried to mask its unease with anger, but everyone could sense it was gradually losing the dark aura that supported it.
"For what? For those you have hard?"
David replied coldly, realizing that the demon before him was not invincible but a tragic figure bound by its ambition, ultimately heading toward destruction.
"Your desires will eventually devour yourself!"
At this ti, Balzac painfully lowered his head, a trace of vulnerability appearing on his fierce and terrifying face.
It was then that he felt a strong energy fluctuation coming from around him.
The wizards and soldiers were approaching him, their weapons glistening like judges coming toward him.
Balzac suddenly realized that if he continued to sink, there would be no chance to turn back.
This despair instinctively made him want to escape, but his body felt like lead, unable to move at all.
"Damn little bugs, you won’t end
like this!"
Balzac roared, trying to revitalize himself, but the tremor in his voice revealed the unexpressed cowardice deep within him.
However, this struggle did not change the situation; in front of David and his team, this once awe-inspiring Great Demon had fallen into the abyss, unable to rise again.
As the last golden beam enveloped him, the ear-piercing and crisp sound, like a shattered bronze bell, echoed throughout the sky.
At that mont, countless black flas scattered from Balzac’s body, completely shattering his once proud and arrogant life, rcilessly turning to ashes.
When the last golden beam completely shrouded Balzac, the entire battlefield trembled violently.
The intense light and dark flas intertwined in the air, forming a massive vortex.
David stared at the demon trapped within, feeling a wave of complex emotions in his heart.
Although Balzac was a terrifying demon, he was once a human prince, and every soul has its own story.
At that very mont, he closed his eyes, concentrating his mind on the power welling up inside him.
He summoned the Power of the Deep Sea, attracting the unease and despair generated around him; the black flas surged towards him like a fierce storm.
"Co, Balzac! Let
devour all your pain and despair!"
David said softly. He felt a powerful energy surging towards him, the dark energy full of hatred and anger accumulated inside Balzac.
As the energy continued to gather, forming an invisible yet powerful barrier around him, this barrier firmly trapped all the dark energy trying to resist or escape.
When the last ray of light faded in the dense black fog, David felt his body abruptly explode with intense pain.
The golden glow on him beca increasingly bright, yet accompanied by a shadow-like heaviness.
As the most core wisp of dark energy was completely absorbed into his body, it filled his soul.
Finally, when the last lingering shadow dissipated, the sea returned to calm.
David could feel a pure spiritual power appearing in his consciousness, the pure soul power belonging to the Tier Five Soul Demon.
"This is a tonic for any wizard."
David smiled, but he didn’t plan to absorb it himself; he intended to give it to Annie, the Spirit Witch.
This ti coming to the Wizard World, the purpose was to collect resources needed for the witches to breakthrough; he had already gathered the witches within the Elental Wizard Tower.
As the battle ended, the battlefield gradually restored to peace.
David slowly stood up, looking at his companions around him, "Everyone, clean up the battlefield!"
He knew victory did not an the end, but a new beginning.
They needed to bury the fallen and clean the remnants to allow this land to regain vitality.
The soldiers in the squad started to act, so collecting the dark remnants left by the Fallen Demon, while others carefully lifted fallen injured comrades.
"Quick! Dispose of these dark fla remnants," a soldier shouted.
They used magic to suppress those still-burning black flas emanating a corrosive aura, carefully gathering them and subrging them with seawater.
David led a group to search for survivors, intending to bring those severely injured but still alive to safety.
The cleanup continued for a whole day, and amidst the busy and painful monts, everyone gradually adapted to this heavy yet unavoidable new normal.
When night fell, a bright moon hung high in the sky, illuminating the once-bloody battlefield, now calm sea.
The strands of warm light twinkled like stars of hope, allowing everyone to feel the new vitality from their soul’s depth, growing amidst war.
As night descended, the bonfires lit up on the battlefield gradually drove away the surrounding chill, and the wounded were placed in temporary camps.
Those witches saved from the islands, although physically and ntally exhausted, still ca to express their gratitude.
These witches never expected that soone would co to rescue them at their most dangerous mont, let alone a group of an alien race.
"It was you who reached out at our most difficult mont, helping us out of despair."
"We thought this battle was destined to be our end, but you reignited hope. My companions and I vow to repay this kindness with all our strength."
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