I Ascend to the Divine Throne through Arcane Means Chapter 1585 - 880: Deadly Struggle (Part 2)

Clent let out a painful howl, the sound seeming to squeeze out from the depths of his soul, filled with endless tornt and agony.

His body trembled uncontrollably, every inch of muscle enduring the tearing and erosion of this evil power.

The power seed to be a darkness tainted with evil, with a sinister hint of purple.

It was viscous and disgusting like sludge, tightly wrapping around Clent.

anwhile, behind him, a faint spider-like phantom appeared.

The phantom was large and ghastly, eight slender spider legs like sharp spears, exuding a chilling aura.

Its eyes flickered with eerie red light, seemingly able to penetrate deep into one’s heart, sending shivers down one’s spine.

This was the phantom of Spider Queen Rose’s power!

A life and death gamble amidst the blend of evil power

Under the influence of the evil and mad power of Spider Queen Rose, Clent’s body underwent drastic and bizarre transformations.

His originally agile and sinister bat-like body began to show spider-like features.

The originally black bat wings covering his body grew dense and sharp bristles at the edges, like the hairs on spider legs, shimring with cold light.

His limbs beca long and curved, with sharp bone spurs protruding at the joints, resembling spider’s jointed limbs, each movent carrying a creepy and eerie feeling.

His head also twisted and deford; the originally sharp bat ears beca slender and forked at the ends, like spider’s feelers, slightly trembling in the air, seeming to sense everything around.

His eyes beca blood-red and murky, the pupils splitting into countless tiny compound eyes, emitting strange and evil light.

At this mont, Clent was like a terrifying fusion of bat and spider, emanating an extrely chaotic and insane aura.

The aura rolled and surged like a tangible black mist around him.

Lis quietly observed for a mont from afar, his tense nerves relaxing a bit.

He had faced Divine Incarnations before, so he could quickly judge that this was not the consciousness of Spider Queen Rose descending.

If the dreadful consciousness of Spider Queen Rose descended, that overwhelming evil pressure would be like a tangible mountain, suffocating him.

But now, although Clent emitted strong and evil aura, it was rely Spider Queen Rose’s Divine Power at work.

This ant that Clent was not yet strong enough for Lis to be unable to defeat him.

This was Clent’s final card.

Lis pondered secretly, a trace of resolve flashing in his eyes.

He knew that such an opportunity to assassinate Clent only ca once.

If missed, it would be almost impossible to lure Clent into such a trap again.

Moreover, even with the power bestowed by Spider Queen Rose, Clent was not invincible.

Lis still had a chance to kill him!

With this thought, Lis hesitated no more, taking a deep breath, his left hand grasping the air.

Instantly, the vast and pure Life and Nature Power of World Tree Yggdrasil surged like a rushing tide in his hand.

The power was like new sprouts breaking through the soil in spring, full of vitality and life.

Like a clear stream in the mountain, pure and unblemished.

Under Lis’s strong ntal control, these forces gradually coalesced, forming into a verdant longsword.

The longsword emitted a gentle and bright light, with leaf-vein-like patterns flowing on the blade, as if it were a ticulously crafted artwork of nature.

The blade was extrely sharp, flashing with cold light, seemingly able to easily sever all evil and darkness in the world.

His gaze sharpened, his arm swung fiercely, hurling the verdant longsword towards Clent.

The longsword traced a beautiful erald arc in the air, like a teor across the night sky, with a sound of breaking through the air, heading straight for Clent.

The speed was so fast it seed to surpass the limits of ti, arriving in front of Clent in the blink of an eye.

At this mont, under the relentless erosion of Spider Queen Rose’s evil and mad power, Clent’s mind had already fallen into a chaotic and mad Abyss.

His consciousness was like a lone boat swaying in a storm, struck violently by surging evil waves, long losing clarity and reason.

At this instant, he was left with only the instinctive desire to survive and the frantic resistance to threats.

So even in such a frenzied state, Clent’s combat instinct still let him sense the terrifying threat brought by the attacking verdant longsword.

The sharp whistle of the longsword slicing through the air seed like the call of the Death God, sending a chill through the depths of his soul.

He instinctively let out a deafening howl, filled with endless anger and madness.

With this howl, Clent’s already bizarrely twisted bat wings suddenly unfolded.

The black-purple power flowing on them surged like a dark current, rushing to et the attacking verdant longsword with an air of destruction.

At the critical mont before the two were about to collide, the seemingly sharp and unstoppable verdant longsword suddenly underwent a startling transformation.

Like being controlled by so mysterious power, it suddenly shattered, transforming into clusters of vine filled with rich life and natural aura.

These vines twisted in the air like agile green pythons, rushing towards Clent with lightning speed.

Clent was completely caught off guard, his thoughts already in disarray, unable to respond swiftly.

By the ti he sensed the danger, the vines had already wrapped around him tightly like iron chains.

The dense thorns on the vines pierced his skin, bringing a burst of stinging pain.

What terrified him even more was the rich life and natural aura in the vines, like warm sunlight shining on ice and snow, clashing strongly with the power from Spider Queen Rose on his body.

However, simultaneously the lush greenery of the vines beca tainted with a layer of eerie black-purple.

The black-purple was like spreading poisonous mist, rapidly perating from Clent’s body surface into the vines.

Where it reached, the originally vibrant vines gradually wilted and withered, as though drained of life force.

This was the frantic erosion of Spider Queen Rose’s power against World Tree’s power, two distinctly powerful forces engaged in fierce conflict within this small space.

Luckily, this was the power derived from World Tree Yggdrasil.

World Tree Yggdrasil is the symbol of life and nature, one of the oldest and most powerful beings in Gaia Main World.

Its power is imbued with endless vitality and resilience, able to stubbornly resist even the erosion of Spider Queen Rose’s evil power, at least for a short period.

Although parts of the vines were eroded by the black-purple, they still tightly bound Clent, preventing him from escaping.

The life force in the vines flowed like a gentle stream, constantly countering Spider Queen Rose’s evil power, forming a deadlocked situation.

Clent struggled madly under the binding of the vines, his body twisting and deforming, letting out waves of painful howls.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t escape from the binding of the World Tree’s power.

Lis’s gaze was sharp as a blade, his form flickered, appearing instantly before Clent.

His speed was incredibly fast, his right hand tightly gripping the previously wielded black longsword, which exuded endless murderous intent like the scythe of the Death God in the dark night.

Though Clent was tightly bound by the World Tree’s vines, the intensity of his frantic struggle in the face of mortal danger was growing fiercer.

The Abyss Divine Power from Spider Queen Rose on him surged like a raging black tide, madly impacting outward, attempting to break free from the shackles binding him.

Where the divine power passed, space twisted with hiss, splitting with hideous cracks due to the imnse force.

However, the vines of the World Tree were extrely resilient, locking Clent’s power tightly around his body regardless of his frantic counterattacks, unable to budge an inch.

Lis did not hesitate for a mont, the longsword in his hand, like a flash of lightning, slashed straight towards Clent’s neck with the sound of breaking through the air.

Pff~

The longsword pierced Clent’s neck effortlessly, blood spurting like a fountain, splattering onto the surrounding vines.