Chapter 278: The Attack Is Still Ongoing
Chapter 278: The Attack Is Still Ongoing
Azalea stretched both arms forward, her palms facing the incoming Phantom. Her expression was cold, focused, and her voice came out in a low murmur.
“Black Thorn.”
The air in front of her shimmered, warping like heat on metal. Then, without warning, a massive black thorn burst into existence right in front of her hands. It was jagged, twisted, made from wood and almost as large as the Phantom itself.
The thorn shot forward like a spear.
It slammed into the Phantom’s back with a loud crack, halting its motion in mid-air for a split second—then launching it forward again with even more force, as if it had been punted straight out of the sky.
I didn’t wait.
I spun my staff once in my hand, tightened my grip, and charged after it, aiming to strike it again before it could recover. But just as I closed the distance, the Phantom’s body began to unravel.
Right before my eyes, it dispersed into thick strands of Deathmist, slipping through my strike like smoke.
It plunged toward the ground as a swirling mass of black mist.
The Phantom slammed into the earth below like a crashing wave. The force of the impact shook the sky itself. Then something strange happened. The Deathmist didn’t just settle—it surged outward, like water pouring from a broken dam.
It pulled in the leftover mist from the castle’s destruction—the haze still clinging to the sky, the vaporized bodies of the army we had just slaughtered—and all of it rushed toward the ground. The crumbling ruins of the castle, still falling apart, gave off trails of mist that also got swept into the storm below.