The sky above was filled with dark, thunderous clouds, collapsing with imnse cosmic energy. Ery swiftly summoned a protective barrier around himself, the [Aegis of Void], to shield himself against the combined assault of the spectral souls and the cosmic energy that raining down on him. Simultaneously, Ery stretched his divine senses, desperately searching for a way to escape. The chaotic energy within the aperture made it nearly impossible to pinpoint a clear path, and the spectral souls swirled around him like a malevolent storm.
His tier 5 space barrier strained under the relentless battering of the two forces, cracks forming as it held for precious seconds. Realizing he couldn't rely on the barrier for long, Ery swiftly unleashed his tier 5 spell, [Light Soaring Wing]. This powerful combination of light and wind enveloped him, the ethereal wings sprouting from his back propelling him with incredible speed. Ery soared away. Yet, the voices of the vengeful souls echoed in his mind, a cacophony of rage and despair.
With only seconds before the entire domain blew apart, Ery faced a critical decision: penetrate through the collapsing cosmic cloud above or dive down, breaking through the thousands of spectral souls. While flying up seed like the wiser choice initially, VIA's extre warnings made him reconsider. His divine sense detected an alternative—the sealed room under the lake, which might offer the extra protection he needed from the impending blast.
Ery swiftly dived down, his wings propelling him with breakneck speed. The collapsing sky and spectral souls chased him relentlessly, their malevolent energy crackling around him like a storm. BAMMMM!!!
A deafening explosion echoed through the air, a concussive wave of cosmic energy and spectral fury crashing down behind him just as he broke through the deep bottom of the lake and entered an ominous dark chamber.
With his high comprehension of the law of space, Ery quickly recognized that this chamber was an artificial space, ticulously created through intricate formations. Its existence provided a temporary haven from the catastrophe outside, buying him a little precious ti.
As he scanned the room, Ery's eyes widened at the sight of hundreds of magus bodies stored like grim trophies on the walls, each encased in a magical stasis field.
He quickly realized that this chamber lies Mo Yan's collection of enslaved magus. The sinister nature of this place beca even more evident as so of the vengeful souls began to enter their bodies, and they awakened ready to fight him. Before Ery could react, the formations within the room began to glow ominously. A creeping dread filled him as he recognized the sensation of a foreign presence invading his mind. A familiar, malevolent voice echoed in his thoughts.
It was Mo Yan's voice, laden with a triumphant malice. The realization hit Ery like a bolt of lightning—the fact that Mo Yan could project his voice into Ery's mind ant that his soul was regaining strength.
The ominous glow of the runes inside the vault confird Ery's worst fears—he had fallen into Mo Yan's trap. Multiple spectral souls, now emboldened by the dark magic of the chamber, surged forward, their ghostly hands grasping and restraining him. So of the spirits even forced their way into his body, launching a direct assault on his soul.
Amidst the chaos, Ery began to piece together the situation. He had underestimated Mo Yan's cunning. As a slave master who had collected and manipulated human souls for centuries, Mo Yan had undoubtedly prepared for the eventuality of his own capture. This vault was not just a treasure trove but a deadly trap designed to turn the tables on any would-be captor.
A triumphant, disembodied voice echoed through his mind, dripping with pride.
Despite the dire circumstances, Ery remained calm. With a steady voice, he responded, "Unfortunately for you, this ti I am also not alone."
Ery whispers a na "Chutulu!"
The Khaos guardian spirit materialized behind Ery, shattering the spectral restraints with a powerful surge of battle power. The sheer might of Chutulu, combined with the raw force of Khaos, created a formidable presence that Mo Yan had never encountered before.
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