Earth's Greatest Magus Chapter 2120 Soul Battle

Ery had modified the [Spirit Devour] spell, enhancing its range and versatility. Now, the spell could be cast without his blade claws or the need for direct physical contact. The spell unleashes in the form of multiple spirit strings, these tendrils-like energy was able to entangle Mo Yan's ghastly form, wrapping around the spectral body with an ethereal glow.

However, despite its increased effectiveness, it remained a tier 5 spell and with Mo Yan's formidable spirit defenses, it couldn't activate the spell's devouring capability, only restraining its target.

Mo Yan's enraged soul writhed and struggled against the bindings, his ghastly voice echoing with contemptuous fury. "You cannot restrain with your puny skill!" His spectral form pulsated with dark energy, attempting to shatter the restraining bonds.

Undeterred by the spirit's rage, Ery t Mo Yan's gaze with a steely challenge.

"Do you dare to fight then? Or do you prefer to run away?" Ery had a powerful spirit defense skill called [Emperor Focus], but he lacked an offensive spirit skill. The only other skill he possessed was [Soul Walk], which required him to dominate his target beforehand to be used.

It was only a matter of ti before Mo Yan would break free from his restraints.

Fearing that the enraged spirit would possess Shen Long's or worse, his senior Heorgar's body, Ery decided to take a bold risk and taunt the hunchback slave master into attacking him instead.

"YOU will regret this!! Fine!! Your body is mine!!" Mo Yan's voice echoed with malevolent intent. before its ghastly spirit flew toward Ery, fully engulfing him in a spectral mist before initiating a soul battle. Ery was ready, he had experienced hundreds of soul battles before, but they were mostly against prisoners where he held the advantage and control of the spirit realm. This ti, he faced a powerful Grand Magus spirit master, and their soul strengths would be fiercely contested.

A bright light enveloped Ery and Mo Yan as they transitioned into the spirit realm, arriving in an empty void of space, facing each other hovering in the air.

Mo Yan's eyes widened in surprise. He had anticipated that his formidable soul strength would allow him to pull Ery into a spirit realm of his own creation. The reality that they found themselves in this neutral, empty void indicated that their soul strengths were nearly equal.

"You... who are you really?! No magus has this much soul strength!!" his voice laced with both curiosity and frustration.

As the battle was about to comnce, both combatants began to manifest their spiritual constructs, visual representations of their soul strength. Ery, with his [Emperor Focus] activated, conjured the image of a massive palace made of solid, sturdy wood. The structure exuded an aura of ancient strength and resilience, its walls thick and unyielding. Dominating the front of the palace was an imposing black gate, intricately engraved with ominous wolf carvings that seed to co alive, their eyes gleaming with a predatory glint.

Seeing Ery's construct form, Mo Yan regained his confidence. "Huh! You worried for nothing!" he sneered.

Despite the imposing nature of Ery's manifestation, the construct that materialized behind Mo Yan was a three-storied dark pagoda, which was significant because, in a soul battle, the constructs indicated one's ntal strength. A single-story construct signified a soul strength equivalent to 1,000 magus souls, granting the magus their spirit master status. This level of soul strength was common among magus who had successfully ascended to the one cosmos grand magus realm.

Two cosmos grand magus would typically form a two-story construct, boasting the power of 2,000 magus souls. However, Mo Yan's three-story pagoda indicated a strength of at least 3,000 magus souls, an advantage that symbolized his level-three spirit master status.

"NOW DIE!!!" Mo Yan exclaid, forming two massive spectral arms, ready to crush Ery in this ethereal battlefield.

Under the oppressive weight of Mo Yan's three-story pagoda, even basic movents were a struggle for Ery, let alone manifesting a weapon to fight back. The stakes were clear: if he fell here, Mo Yan would likely succeed in taking over his body.

Despite the perilous situation, Ery remained calm, his focus unwavering since entering this realm. He concentrated intensely on his soul, and finally, the spirit realm shook.

Mo Yan's steps halted as Ery's wooden palace began to transform. The structure glowed with a spectrum of bright colors, and a crystal prism ford, constructing an additional level.

This tamorphosis turned Ery's palace into a magnificent two-story prism pagoda, radiating a powerful, iridescent light.

With this power, Ery felt an incredible lightness in his body, all previous restraints dissipating in an instant. With a re thought, he conjured a blade in his hand, a weapon that could successfully parry Mo Yan's spectral attack.

"WHAT!!! How could this be?!" Mo Yan's voice was a mix of disbelief and fury.

The power Ery now wielded was the culmination of four years of relentless effort. He had been improving his soul power through continuous learning and refinent, guided by a divine technique bestowed upon him by a celestial entity: the [Prism of Light].

This technique ca in three sets. The first set was a ditation practice designed to help comprehend the law of light. The second set was another technique aid at enhancing his soul strength. The third set ca with an active skill, one that allowed him to temporarily convert all nature-type elents into light, this [Prism of Light], gave him a qualitative boost to his soul.

Ery's mastery of these techniques had brought him to this critical mont, where his enhanced soul power stood as his last line of defense against Mo Yan's overwhelming assault.

"Huh!! So what!! I am still a level stronger than you!!" Ery remained unfazed by Mo Yan's taunt. He understood that while Mo Yan's three-story dark pagoda represented formidable power, there was a critical distinction between dark and light constructs. Light elents, known for their inherent superiority in ntal strength, provided Ery with an edge. His pagoda shone with a prism of brilliance, enhancing his capabilities and bringing his soul strength on par with Mo Yan's.

With their strengths equalized, the fight's outco hinged on the proficiency of their techniques and the depth of their abilities within the spirit realm.

The battle comnced with a ferocity that shook the very fabric of the spirit realm. Weapons and spells manifested through the sheer force of their wills, clashing in a dazzling display of power and skill.

"I am Mo Yan! I will not be defeated by the likes of you!!"