Chapter 679: Volume Nineteen: Lost Horizon - Eight: Broken Net_2
This damned guy actually dares to use the Ritual of Blood Sacrifice to release his innate Magic Power Origin to strengthen this Demon-devouring soul attack, and just one glance was enough to tell that it wasn’t ordinary spiral-shaped black smoke, but rather a pagoda-like black cloud. Noyola knew that this time, the opponent really pulled out all the stops, ready for a desperate struggle.
The black clouds flashed over, dense sparks of electricity swirling around Noyola’s head covering the sky. Noyola didn’t dare underestimate these seemingly fine sparks; they were the lethal moves inside the Demon-devouring soul, materialized spots of Dark Magic Power meant to destroy the target’s Spiritual Power. If struck by these spots, one’s Spiritual Power would be severely damaged, and now, this Dark Force, catalyzed by the opponent’s Dark Origin, could almost be said to be unstoppable.
A series of gestures raised the Shield of Light in an attempt to block the assaulting sparks, but Noyola immediately realized it was futile. This power, originating from the Dark Origin, was something regular Light Power simply couldn’t withstand, unless the origin itself was broken, and otherwise, it would be endless.
"God of Light, your faithful believer hopes you grant Power, to forever confine the darkness and light to the corners of the heavenly realm!"
The brief yet clear words once reached Komer’s ears, Komer felt as if the boiling Magic Power throughout his body had suddenly been shackled, becoming tighter and tighter. The magic ropes that seemed to pierce straight into his core also suddenly restrained the Power he could once release at will, leaving him unable to initiate any attack.
Far to the side, Rebry knew this was the God-restricting Technique, a high-level Light Magic spell cast by Noyola. It was a radical solution that sealed the source of Komer’s Magic Power. Naturally, without this source, the Demon-devouring soul became like a tree without roots. Otherwise, relying solely on Light Magic to combat the Dark Magic Force spurred by the blood sacrifice would be quite difficult.
Without the support of powerful Magic Power, the Demon-devouring soul immediately began to weaken. The cluster of sparks dimmed instantly, allowing Noyola to breathe a sigh of relief. Three Shields of Light rose in succession, and although they couldn’t completely ward off the invasion of the Dark Origin Power, the greatly weakened Demon-devouring soul allowed Noyola to contend with it using his own strong Spiritual Power. Even if it meant depleting some of his own reserve Mana, he had to endure it.
No matter the Magic, it ultimately came down to a contest of ultimate strength. The dazzling array of spells was merely a form of expression after all, an unassailable truth—a truth that Noyola had comprehended completely twenty years earlier.