Chapter 851: Them or You
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The lightning-infused spears hammered against the pagoda formation. The once-impenetrable ward flickered under the assault, and with a series of sizzling cracks, it shattered completely.
In that instant, all the spears condensed by the Eightfold Spear Barrage rained down. For a moment, it looked as if Marquis Chix was caught in an inescapable storm of divine punishment.
Unfortunately, it was only an illusion.
When the electrical energy dissipated, Chix was standing in the same spot, completely unscathed. There wasn’t even a single tear in his leather armor.
"You are clever," he said. "To have found the elemental powers that counter our Death-Soul race so quickly. But it is not enough."
Orion didn’t speak. He reached into the void and seized one of the spears. In his perception, the spear had pierced Chix’s body, yet there was not a single drop of blood on it.
Seeing this, a grim look flashed in Orion’s eyes. His plan to summon the Ghost Dragon had failed. No blood meant no medium for the sacrifice. Blood was both the greatest strength and the greatest weakness of the Ghost Dragon summoning skill.
"Were you hoping to see if we Death-Souls bleed?" Chix taunted, his voice dripping with amusement. "Sorry, but I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you. Or perhaps you wanted our blood to fuel some forbidden art? That, I’m afraid, is impossible. Hehehe..."
This time, Chix’s laughter was unrestrained. He had guessed Orion’s intention. The Death-Soul race had survived in a multitude of worlds for a reason; they had long ago evolved past such fatal weaknesses.