Chapter 183: Ritual End
The battle between Ao Guang and Mo Xuan reached new levels of destruction as both combatants fought with desperate intensity. The chamber’s ancient architecture crumbled under the assault of techniques that had never been meant for enclosed spaces.
Mo Xuan’s soul-powered attacks were becoming more erratic but devastatingly effective. His crystallized essence formed weapons that cut through Ao Guang’s water defenses like they were made of paper.
"Soul Dominion: Agony Incarnate!" Mo Xuan’s latest technique transformed his sacrificed soul fragments into physical weapons. The attack struck Ao Guang in the chest, and for the first time since the battle began, the Dragon King cried out.
"Impressive," Ao Guang gasped, blood running down his torso where the soul-attack had torn through his scales. "But you’re becoming less sane with each technique you use."
Indeed, Mo Xuan’s appearance was becoming more monstrous by the moment. The translucent skin was now completely transparent in places, showing the crystallized soul energy that had replaced his blood. His movements were jerky and unpredictable, as if his consciousness was fragmenting along with his soul.
"Sanity is a luxury I can’t afford," Mo Xuan replied. "I’ll gladly sacrifice my mind if it means destroying you!"
"Aquatic Dominion: Crushing Depths!" Ao Guang summoned the pressure of the deepest ocean trenches, focusing it into a concentrated attack that should have pulverized anything in its path.
But Mo Xuan’s transformed body simply absorbed the pressure, converting it into more soul energy. "You still don’t understand, do you? Physical attacks can’t harm someone who has transcended flesh!"
The sorcerer’s counterattack was his most devastating yet. "Soul Dominion: Existence Negation!"
The technique that followed wasn’t just an attack—it was an attempt to erase Ao Guang from reality entirely. The Dragon King barely managed to dodge, but the attack grazed his left arm, and where it touched, his scales simply ceased to exist.
"Impossible," Ao Guang breathed, staring at the perfect void where his arm had been. The wound wasn’t bleeding—there was simply nothing there anymore.