“I already told you, I am completely different this time. The clone you saw before had only absorbed the strength of those humans at Azure Fortress, but now, I possess the power of hundreds of thousands of humans!”
The black-gowned Void Demon lunged forward again as she spoke. The two giant hands that had been restrained by the Light Prison broke free of their shackles and swept toward Midir in a pincer attack.
“What did you say?” Midir was shocked. He suddenly thought of the empty city of Juna from a few days ago. Could the disappearance of those residents have been because of the Void Demon before him?
In a flash, three fierce attacks swept in like a violent storm, enveloping the area where Midir stood in a destructive light.
The ice shattered with a roar under the assault, turning into a vast expanse of white mist that submerged everything in sight.
After the strike landed, the Void Demon retreated a few steps, narrowing her long, thin eyes as she peered into the center of the white mist. The two giant hands circled back to hover behind her. The previous attack had clearly felt like a hit, but something didn't feel right.
When the thick white mist on the wall finally dissipated, Midir was seen standing calmly in his original spot. A layer of delicate and tough spatial ripples wrapped around him like a shield, completely isolating him from that fatal attack.
“It seems your so-called ‘difference’ is nothing more than this. Now, it’s my turn!” Midir looked down at the layer of spatial ripples on his body, which was as thin as a cicada's wing.
When he had been sent flying by the Amalgam earlier, ordinary shields hadn't provided any protection at all. In his dazed state, he seemed to have remembered some applications of spatial magic. Teleporting Azura away after returning to the battlefield had been his first practical test of that idea.
Seeing the unharmed Midir, the black-gowned Void Demon’s expression became distorted. She waved her arms, and the two black wings hovering behind her split into countless black swords in the air, stabbing toward Midir once more.
Facing this storm-like offensive, Midir appeared exceptionally composed.
With a wave of his hand, his fingertip traced a complex and mysterious symbol in the air. As his mana surged, that section of space seemed to be endowed with life, beginning to twist and tremble violently.
Immediately following that, a spatial rift several meters long appeared abruptly in front of him.
Although the spatial rift wasn't large, it erupted with an incredible suction. The attacks thrown by the Void Demon were forcibly diverted mid-air, all of them being sucked into the crack.
Over ten kilometers away from the battlefield, another rift shattered open in the sky. Countless black swords poured out like headless flies, falling toward the ground.
On the ground below, the Gale Sword Saint, who had just broken free from his spatial restraint and was preparing to fly back to the battlefield, was slammed back into the earth by the countless flying swords falling from the sky.
Meanwhile, Midir stood in the center of the battlefield with a gaze like fire, having already formulated a plan. He knew that facing such a powerful opponent, he couldn't win by relying on fleeting memories and impulse alone.
Thus, he skillfully utilized spatial magic to guide the enemy's attacks far away from the battlefield. This not only reduced the pressure on his side but also created an opportunity for a counterattack.
Not only had he pinned down Azura again, but the strength of the Void Demon before him also seemed to have been significantly diminished with the disappearance of her black wings.
Seizing this fleeting window of opportunity, Midir’s form twisted through space again. He appeared instantly behind the Void Demon, his hand clamping down on her like a steel vice to pin her from the air, stopping her attempt to flee.
Immediately after, several brilliant light spears manifested in the air. They pierced through the Void Demon’s body with lightning speed, pinning her firmly to the ground.
The impaled Void Demon let out a series of shrill screams, but her eyes were filled with defiance and madness.
“Do you think controlling me like this is useful? When I summon my puppet and my black wings back, it will be your funeral! I won't fall for the same trick twice!”
The black-gowned Void Demon’s head suddenly rotated one hundred and eighty degrees. She stared at Midir, who was exerting all his strength to suppress her, with a distorted expression and a terrifying angle.
“I never said I was going to just wait here for them! Everyone from the Church of Light, lend me your strength!” Midir responded to her fury with a faint smile, then turned and shouted to the priests fighting the Void Demons nearby.
Hearing Midir’s call, the priests finished off the troubles around them and rushed to his side.
Though they were all wounded and their white robes were stained with the marks of battle, their eyes were filled with a sense of fervor.
Under Midir’s direction, they quickly adjusted their positions and formed that strange array capable of enhancing the light element once more. This time, their goal was not to attack the Void Demon directly, but to push the power of the light spears already embedded deep within her to their absolute limit.
As the array activated, streams of pure and powerful light element gathered. As if they had a life of their own, they flooded frantically into the light spears.
In an instant, a pillar of white light shot straight into the sky in front of Midir, its dazzling radiance nearly drowning out everything in the vicinity. Under the impact of this power, the figure of the black-gowned Void Demon was completely consumed, leaving only a blinding white light.
At the same time, the twisted Amalgam that had been trying to provide support was slammed down from behind by Iron Man No. 23. The massive force of the impact left it unable to resist.
Subsequently, the ice element Midir had left on the ground began to spread rapidly, covering its entire body and completely freezing its ability to move.
In this contest between light and shadow, the small Void Demons didn't even have a chance to get near the array. The moment they touched the edge of that pure light element, they were instantly incinerated into nothingness.
And Midir, standing at the center of the array, was silently enduring the light element being output at full capacity by over a dozen priests.
Each of these priests possessed strength equivalent to a Grand Mage or higher. Their light element gathered into torrents, constantly pouring into Midir’s body. Midir felt as if his entire being was being filled with immense power. A sensation of swelling and aching spread through him, as if every inch of skin and every bone were under tremendous pressure.
What he wanted to do was simple: use a massive amount of light element to directly purify the black-gowned Void Demon. All the signs from dealing with ordinary Void Demons before showed that as long as the quality and quantity were sufficient, this was entirely possible.
However, the black-gowned Void Demon’s tenacity surpassed Midir’s imagination. Although the pillar of light was constantly wearing down her life essence, her body was also continuously regenerating.
A mad light flickered in her eyes; she was clearly waiting for the controlled Azura and her black wings to return. As long as they could successfully break free and come to her aid, the scales of victory in this battle would tip in her favor.
A tug-of-war between Midir and her unfolded at the center of the wall. No one knew how it would end.
...
Inside the magic barrier within the city, Aila was looking at the brilliant pillar of light on the wall with concern. She clutched the crescent-shaped pendant tightly in her hand, feeling extremely frustrated that she couldn't help. She completely failed to notice that the green glow on the pendant had already vanished without a trace.
Meanwhile, tens of thousands of miles away in the Violet City-State, inside a bright and spacious office in the city center, Pokong-Mars and Xiadu were engaged in a heated discussion over a stack of important documents.
Though they had been partners for many years, they each held their own opinions on official matters and refused to back down. The air was thick with a tense and focused atmosphere.
Sitting to the side, Moen acted like an observer. Holding a cup of hot tea, a beautiful, faint smile played on her lips as she quietly watched this “family debate.”
She gently toyed with a strand of her hair, enjoying this rare moment of warmth.
However, this warmth did not last long. Moen’s brow suddenly furrowed as if she had sensed some important information. She stood up abruptly, her movement so fast it was startling.
Then, she gave a light wave of her slender hand. A gentle breeze drifted out like an invisible barrier, skillfully separating the red-faced Pokong-Mars and Xiadu and bringing their argument to a sudden halt.
Xiadu was startled by the sudden gust of wind. She turned her head in confusion to look at her sister, only to meet Moen’s serious face.
“Something has happened to Aila! The energy in the pendant I gave her has been completely exhausted. What on earth has she been doing?” Moen spoke with a heavy expression, her words directed at her sister and brother-in-law with deliberate emphasis.
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