I Ascend to the Divine Throne through Arcane Means Chapter 1504 - 840: The Wrong Choice of Lune (2)

So, without ti to think much, he quickly turned around and dove headlong toward the ocean below.

He wanted to use this to evade the encirclent of Lune’s uncanny power.

Just as Lis was giving it his all to charge towards the sea, an abrupt change occurred.

A figure appeared behind Lis instantly, as if by teleportation.

That figure was Lune!

His face was stern, and his eyes revealed an inscrutable mystery.

Lis was startled, his body instinctively reacted.

He was about to swiftly dodge, but before he could move, an eerie light suddenly emanated from Lune’s body.

Imdiately after, Lune’s entire body transford into a dense shadow.

Like a black whirlwind, he wrapped himself around Lis at an astonishing speed.

Lis felt a mighty force tightly binding him, rendering him immobile.

He struggled desperately to break free from the shadow’s constraints, but the shadow clung like a bone-deep ailnt, tightening further.

In just a mont, a seemingly ordinary mont was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake,

Lis felt his entire body tighten, as if grasped by an invisible yet overwhelmingly large hand, a feeling of utter despair of being completely trapped.

Every part of his body seed ensnared by invisible ropes, with piercing pain at the joints, as if being jabbed simultaneously by countless fine needles.

This incomparably strong force, like a surging, overwhelming tide, carried an irresistible majesty, directly restricting his movents.

Lis tried to struggle, wanting to escape this invisible shackle, but each effort only resulted in tighter bindings.

Just as Lis was getting anxious, ready to use a spell to escape the predicant, a more terrifying aura approached.

It was an extrely powerful spiritual power, like a poison serpent hidden in the darkness.

Silent, yet carrying a deadly threat.

This spiritual power also carried intense malice, like the most chilling winter wind, piercing directly into Lis’s marrow, making him shiver.

This malevolent spiritual power was invading his mind crazily with an unstoppable stance.

Lis felt his head as if struck by a heavy hamr, a burst of agony hitting him, almost making him faint.

His consciousness began to blur, as if lost in a chaotic fog, unable to find direction, unable to tell reality from illusion.

This was the power transford from Lune’s entire ntal and soul strength!

Lune, at this mont, had poured his everything into this power.

He wanted to use this power to completely take over Lis’s body.

Like a greedy invader, wanting to occupy a territory that originally didn’t belong to him!

Lune’s goal was very clear, he wanted to obliterate Lis’s soul, making Lis completely vanish in this hunting ceremony.

For this, any cost was worthwhile!

As long as he successfully killed Lis, he could achieve demigod status through this sacrifice!

By then, any price paid would be worthwhile!

Lune thought this was the most possible opportunity.

Although Lis was a Legendary Mage, his soul was stronger than that of ordinary legendary professionals, but after all, he hadn’t long broken through to legendary status.

Enhancing soul strength is much more difficult than enhancing power!

And in this regard, Lune was quite confident.

He didn’t believe that all his accumulation over the years would lose to this young Lis!

And Lis, under the impact of this powerful spiritual power, was painfully holding on.

His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging on his forehead, large beads of sweat rolling down his cheeks.

He concentrated all his spirit, trying to resist this invading power, like a castle swaying precariously in a storm.

Though on the brink of collapse, he still held the final line of defense.

On that invisible spiritual battlefield, a thrilling contest was fiercely unfolding.

Like a surging tide, Lune launched relentless attacks into Lis’s consciousness.

His spiritual power turned into sharp blades, piercing Lis’s soul defenses again and again.

Trying to stir up a storm in this realm of consciousness, to completely destroy Lis’s spirit and soul.

Lune’s attacks were swift and violent, each impact carrying the force of a landslide.

His spiritual power was like an angry beast, rampaging through Lis’s mind.

Wherever it went, sparks of thought flew, ripples of consciousness spread layer by layer.

However, Lis’s defense was like a solid fortress, though seemingly shaky in the storm, appeared as if it could be overwheld by Lune’s tide at any mont.

Despite Lune’s attacks being as dense as a storm, Lis could always find a sliver of calm in the tempest, deftly avoiding fatal blows.

His soul core was like a treasure buried deep underground, securely protected.

No matter how hard Lune tried, he could not truly break through this final barrier.

Lune’s near demigod-level spiritual power was continuously consud in this ongoing assault.

Each of his attacks was like burning his own soul’s fire, seemingly infinitely powerful but also gradually depleting his power.

However, even though he paid such a huge price, he still couldn’t achieve a decisive victory.

Each impact seed to hit an invisible wall.