Chapter 69: Passing of the Soul
A piercing shriek, shattering the heavens.
Bai, with the heritage of “Ice,” now wielded the Ice Demon’s spells as if she were “Ice” herself.
She had intended to give this heritage to Ice Lily, but “Ice” had insisted it was for her.
A final gift from an old friend, a gift that would prove to be invaluable.
But now, she was not in her Ice Demon form. She was using the heritage in her original form.
Her right arm, gripping a spear of pure frost, and behind her, the phantom of “Ice,” a blizzard swirling around her, the cold and ice of the world bowing to her command.
Facing the storm of pure frost spears, Elthorp knew he couldn’t dodge. He had to face it head-on.
The spectral blades of his “Malevolent Fiend Sky” flared, a crimson light pulsing within them, a thirst for blood.
A pure defensive stance was useless against such a widespread attack. He had to destroy the spears before they reached him.
“Ten Thousand Blade Annihilation!”
A final, desperate move, designed for large-scale battles. Ineffective against a single opponent, but perfect for the current situation.
The spectral blades scattered, their tips pointed upwards.
And as the storm of pure frost descended, they shot up, a thousand blades of light, shattering the spears.
One blade was not enough, so he sent two, three… the sky above the Abyss was a chaotic maelstrom of white and red, a battle visible for a thousand miles.
No, not just a thousand miles…
At the seal line, the demon races all looked up, their gazes fixed on the distant battle.
Even from so far away, they could feel the terrifying power, the immense energy.
And on Solor, on the border of the North Empire and the Bewildering Forest, Kweil and Norma also felt it, a battle of unimaginable scale.
“At least… World Ender Class!”
Yes, this was the first World Ender battle since the collision of the Abyss and Solor.
And the combatants were not the unstable, fragmented World Enders like Azakana or Queen Arachne.
Bai’s own strength was only at the mid-level Calamity Class, at best, high-level with her superior physique.
But she was more than just her own strength. She carried the power of many, the Ice Demon heritage just one of them.
And in this battle, her strength had already shaken Elthorp’s confidence.
“Even without the Abyssal Lord’s power, she still has another, unknown, special ability?”
He knew. Bai’s ability to switch between demonic bloodlines was from another power, a strange ability that had never been seen on Solor or in the Abyss.
“Heh, I didn’t expect, even now, I still haven’t gotten an answer to this question… Miss Bai, who are you really?”
The storm of pure frost finally subsided, and Elthorp, who had been injured by Bai’s earlier attack, was now even weaker.
The destructive flame on his shoulder was spreading, the pain now so intense that even a World Ender couldn’t ignore it.
And behind Bai, the phantom of “Ice” also faded.
Such a powerful spell, even with the heritage, was not without a cost.
In Bai’s soul vision, the pale blue light that had been flickering around her was now gone, absorbed into the Ice Demon heritage.
If not for this, she wouldn’t have been able to manifest the phantom so quickly, to wield such immense power.
She could no longer transform into an Ice Demon, the heritage now dormant, its power depleted.
But… she had other bloodlines.
And Ara, her emotions now stable, was ready, her Authorities a swirling storm around her.
“But I will not be defeated here, Miss Bai. I can admit you are strong now, but not strong enough to make me despair,” Elthorp said, gripping his Evil Blade, the spectral blades of his “Maleologent Fiend Sky” now converging, a single, massive blade in his hand.
“Although forcing my domain into my blade will cause irreparable damage, it will also grant me, for a short time, absolute power.”
“Be grateful, Miss Bai. To have pushed me this far is your limit.”
“Now, be a good girl and fall into an eternal slumber with your little sister!”
“Soul Annihilation, Soul Fall, Soul Rise, Spirit Life… severing eternity and reincarnation…”
He raised his Evil Blade, and it extended for several dozen meters, its tip locked onto Bai.
Or rather, locked onto her soul.
Similar to Yin Hui’s “Soul Sever,” but an enhanced version.
This attack would not just destroy the soul, but also sever all ties to fate and causality.
Of course, against Bai, it wouldn’t be as effective, but it would still be enough to shatter her consciousness, to send her back into the endless void.
He hadn’t wanted to use this. The price was too high. And he was afraid that if he hit her, she would unconsciously unleash the Abyssal Lord’s awakening flame.
But now, he had no other choice.
“Miss Bai, you’re always talking about your fate, your predetermined end, aren’t you?”
A glint appeared in his eyes, and he was enveloped in a pale, ethereal soul aura. “Then now, in this moment, embrace your destiny!”
“—Merciful Soul Passing Slash!”
