The body was still confined, and the degree to which the soul was frozen intensified. anwhile, the teorites descending from the sky showed no sign of halting. After Pei Yan used source energy to shatter the fifth falling teorite into pieces, the three Round Table Knights surrounding him finally launched their deadly attack.
"Holy Soul Technique: Returning to the Tomb!" The three Round Table Knights, positioned in three different directions, simultaneously plunged their longswords into the ground. At the sa ti, Moira, standing on the periphery, seed to think this wasn't enough, and with a few bounds, leapt to Lanloste's side, shouting sharply at Pei Yan within the battle circle, "Soul Circle!"
In an instant, Pei Yan felt as if his soul was encased in a restrictive spell, completely separating his soul from his body and confining it within a circle. At the sa ti, an invisible iron hand as if from hell grabbed his soul, slowly drawing him into an endless abyss of darkness.
"Hehehehe!" As the sixth teorite in the sky was obliterated by his final energy slash, his continuous counterattacks ca to an abrupt stop. Watching Pei Yan, who stood in place ready to be engulfed by the impending seventh teorite, Moira finally breathed a sigh of relief and sneered, "I know you underwent soul enhancent training in the Ghost Realm of the Hell Plane. However, faced with a forbidden spell combined with the power of a divine artifact, and a triple soul burial attack from three Round Table Knights with souls asleep for a thousand years, no matter how strong your soul is, it cannot escape the fate of joining the Round Table Knights in eternal dust. Pei Yan, to rest eternally with the Round Table Knights is your honor!"
Having vented the frustration in his heart after the success of his technique, Moira didn't intend to stop there because he understood too well how troubleso Pei Yan was. Anyone else subjected to such an attack would have had their soul buried, but it was Pei Yan! To ensure absolute success, Moira played his second trump card of this match, the Line of Destiny.
With a rapid incantation, his mouth continuously recited spells while his hands tirelessly inscribed arrays. Over ten destiny lines erged from the void, poised to bind Pei Yan. Even with extraordinary abilities, escaping from Moira's grasp would be impossible once these destiny lines entwined Pei Yan's body.
In this critical mont, a refreshing floral scent wafted unexpectedly toward Moira, causing a wave of warm delight, prompting him to search with the corner of his eye for the source. His gaze fell upon a butterfly gracefully dancing past.
A butterfly? How could there be a butterfly on this battlefield? Moira, montarily distracted, quickly beca alert, realizing this wasn't the ti for such distractions. Hastily refocusing on the battle, he urged the destiny lines to coil around Pei Yan before the seventh teorite could completely engulf him.
"It's a success!" Looking at the deep crater created by the teorite's impact, Moira tightly gripped the destiny lines in his hands, showing an expression of disbelief and joy. He couldn't believe his series of attacks had truly succeeded. Pei Yan, you only have yourself to bla for your arrogance. Had you used your full strength from the start and left no ti to gather my techniques, perhaps it would have been who was eliminated. This is fate.
Moira waved to halt the descent of the ninth teorite. Having eliminated the enemy, continuing to consu his magic power by casting forbidden spells was no longer worthwhile. Staring at the eighth teorite, which had already descended and was an unstoppable force, suppressing the arena's central depression like a mountain, Moira couldn't contain his joy and intended to taunt the once-arrogant Pei Yan.
However, a stark contrast to her joy was the scene outside the arena, where K, the original body proxy from the Magic Realm, witnessed the use of the Line of Destiny and sighed deeply. He turned to Mary Lavie, vice president of one of the three councils of the Magic Realm, the Witch Association, and said helplessly, "Oh! I still underestimated Pei Yan. His growth rate is astonishing. Moira lost! After this match, inform Flal that the upcoming match must be won at all costs."
Mary Lavie, obedient to K, the master of all witches, asked tentatively, "Is this Pei Yan really that formidable? ntor, Moira's spell seed perfect to , with three continuous soul confinent asures and the decisive Line of Destiny. I think nobody could survive that except soone like you."
"The issue lies in the soul confinent. One misstep and the entire plan is lost!" K said, standing up, his anxious expression gradually subsiding, replaced by curiosity as he gazed at the pit beneath the teorite, sneering, "I'm genuinely curious about what this person has gone through afterward. What thod did that crazy woman Lin Junzhao use? What price did she pay to forge his soul to withstand the soul chain attacks I designed without falling into the abyss?"
Following K's lead, Mary Lavie shifted her gaze to the arena. The atmosphere there began to turn bizarre. After the eighth teorite fell, the three Round Table Knights remained in place, maintaining their attack posture, without moving. Moira's victorious declaration was swallowed and never uttered.
They're still on the battlefield! The surrounding defense array barrier hasn't been lifted! This ans Pei Yan is still alive! At the re thought of this possibility, Moira broke into a cold sweat and instinctively tightened her grip on the destiny lines.
"Oh, it truly was an excellent attack! What a pity it fell just short!"
Pei Yan's annoying voice suddenly sounded from behind. In terror, Moira hastily tried to activate the destiny lines, but before she could make a move, the teorite pressing down on the pit in front of her suddenly shattered, sending countless fragnts flying. The three Round Table Knights, who had used soul burial attacks, resisted the pain of soul backlash and dragged themselves into a retreat while fighting.
Only then did Moira realize what she had tied with the destiny lines wasn't Pei Yan's true body but his high-combat chanical doppelganger, Pei San!
When! When did he dodge the attack from my destiny lines? No, no! Even if he dodged the destiny line attack, when did he break free from the triple soul strike? It's impossible!
Oh! No, There is one possibility.
A myriad of thoughts flashed through Moira's mind. After carefully considering the previous circumstances, she solidified her theory and leaped out of the battle circle, shouting, "Pei Yan, you cheated! Teacher! Everyone present, I request a pause in the match to conduct an audit on Pei Yan. I'm sure he cheated!"
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