699: Chapter 221 Battle, Master of the Dark Tower (Part 2)_1 699: Chapter 221 Battle, Master of the Dark Tower (Part 2)_1 Watching the glimmering amethyst descend, Sloan knew that with his own martial skill at merely the First Rank of Sub-God, he wasn’t nearly capable enough to resist.
But after all, he was the Master of the Dark Tower, one of the most powerful Holy Sorcerers of Faran.
In this critical moment, Sloan displayed his true strength.
Facing the Amethyst Star Sword’s strike that sealed all paths of retreat, a black crystal ball suddenly surged from Sloan’s chest, and a surge of tremendously violent dark energy burst forth, forming a shield that perfectly protected his body.
At the same time, an inparable soul power erupted from the black crystal ball, assaulting Zi, who had e to his front.
The strength of that soul power was indescribable.
It actually destroyed the bined spiritual defenses of the three Divine Beasts in an instant.
Just moments later, as it burst into the sea of the Divine Beasts’ spirits, no matter how strong their physical abilities were, they would forever lose their lives.
Just then, a humming sound, as if slicing through the ancient past, rang out.
It echoed like the sound of a dragon chanting, traversing the void.
Ye Yinzhu’s body, without anyone noticing when, had already arrived beside Zi.
The dark golden Super Divine Artefact Deadwood Dragon Chanting Zither’s seven strings moved in unison, and in an instant, a milky white brilliance formed a barrier that pletely blocked the terrifying soul power.
At the same time, a stream of black aura flowed out from the body of the zither, actually absorbing a portion of that attacking soul breath.
With a boom, Zi’s huge sword suddenly slashed onto the shield formed from the black crystal ball.
That strike, containing the full power of the three Divine Beasts, not only failed to shatter the black shield, but Zi was repelled far away by an irresistible rebound force.
Sloan, on the other hand, was simply accelerated toward the ground.
At this moment, Phil Jackson’s extremely excited voice echoed in Ye Yinzhu’s mind, “The Soul Bead, that’s my Soul Bead!
That scoundrel Sloan actually used my Soul Bead as a Super Divine Artefact.”
Phil Jackson once came close to the Realm of God, his spirit even glimpsed the existence of that realm.
Later, the Soul Bead was taken by Sloan.
After refining it through the absorption of countless spirits, the Soul Bead that belonged to Phil Jackson actually became Sloan’s Super Divine Artefact.
It was with this that Sloan, who had underestimated Ye Yinzhu and the three Divine Beasts, managed to retreat unscathed from Zi’s fatal strike.
Boom— Sloan’s body smashed heavily onto the ground.
His face turned unsightly, a streak of blood trailed down the corner of his mouth.
Sloan held the Soul Bead in his left hand, while his right hand slowly wiped at the corner of his mouth, his eyes revealing a sharp cold light.
“Injured, you actually injured me.” Although he blocked the full force strike of the three Divine Beasts, Sloan was still injured.
Under the assault of the Forbidden Tune and the full power of the three Divine Beasts, despite the protection of the Soul Bead, his meridians were severely shaken.
The strong energy fluctuations around his body also weakened slightly.
Yet, it was precisely because of this that Sloan’s true fury was ignited.
Gazing at Ye Yinzhu in midair, the dark aura around Sloan became increasingly dense, “You can actually absorb my soul power.
Is this the ability of Unity of Heaven and Man?”
Unity of Heaven and Man certainly wasn’t sufficient to absorb the soul breath released by the Soul Bead through Sloan; that was the strength of Phil Jackson hidden within the Withered Dragon Chanting Zither.
The Soul Bead was originally Phil Jackson’s, and although it had been subdued by Sloan through a special method, the refined soul breath stored within it could still be directly absorbed by Phil Jackson.
Just now, that one moment had already restored Phil Jackson’s spirit to the same level it was when Ye Yinzhu first rescued him from beneath the Faran Dark Tower.
Ye Yinzhu looked down at Sloan, his eyes glinting with divine light, surrounded by a layer of lustrous milky white glow.
The Super Divine Artefact in his hands was emitting energy ripples like water waves.
Zi flickered, returning to Ye Yinzhu’s side, now with the bined powers of the three Divine Beasts appearing as Glacis, with the armor formed by the mountain giant and Zi’s aura, as well as the Amethyst Star Sword formed by Zi.
Although the rebound force just now was strong, he was the main attacker, and bined with his own formidable defensive power, he wasn’t injured at all.
“Sloan, return Sura’s soul.” Ye Yinzhu said coldly.
Sloan looked at Ye Yinzhu coldly, “Just by yourselves?
I’ll show you what true destruction is.”
A deep and lengthy incantation began to echo from Sloan’s mouth.
He held the Soul Bead with both hands, ring after ring of black aura fluctuated from the Soul Bead, merging with the white blaze around his body.
Sloan’s handsome face underwent a bizarre change, visibly aging, and in just a short time, he turned from the handsome youth into a wrinkled old man.
“Quick, stop him!
That is the summoning of the Demon God, the highest degree of Dark Demon Magic,” Phil Jackson’s voice rang in alarm inside Ye Yinzhu’s mind.
The descent of the Demon God, the ultimate Dark Demon Magic, municates with the dark elements between heaven and earth to summon the spirit of the Demon God to possess a body, granting divine power for a brief period.
That was genuine divine power.
Although with Sloan’s strength he wasn’t capable of carrying out a true Demon God Descent, if he managed to plete this spell, even if the summoned Demon God could only launch a single attack, that would be enough to pletely tear apart Ye Yinzhu and the three Divine Beasts.
Ye Yinzhu was startled, and his right hand moved swiftly over the Super Divine Artefact Deadwood Dragon Chanting Zither, pulling back all seven zither strings simultaneously.
Amidst a buzzing sound of nothingness, seven High-Frequency Sound Blades coalesced in mid-air, shooting straight toward Sloan.
While these blades, unleashed by the Super Divine Artefact, couldn’t match the destructive power of Sloan’s earlier nine Spears of Destruction, each of the seven blades possessed the terrifying might of a Forbidden Curse, and each had a different attribute.
There wasn’t the slightest pause in Sloan’s chant as he saw the Sound Blades sent by Ye Yinzhu approaching.
With his hands clasping the Soul Bead unmoved, his body rapidly spun around on the spot.
The magic robe previously draped over him soared into the sky and transformed into a black cloud above his head.
As the thickly dark energy-filled magic robe collided with the seven Profound Sound Blades unleashed by Ye Yinzhu, there was no sound of impact, but the intense friction caused a distortion in the air.
The black cloud whirled, and thus it neutralized the seven Profound Sound Blades.
Zi and Ye Yinzhu were of one mind, and as the Sound Blades were launched, so too did Zi pounce.
But the magic robe that had transformed into a black cloud was bizarre beyond pare, seemingly omnipresent.
As Zi pounced, the cloud rapidly grew into a larger black mass, pletely blocking Zi’s body.
A low growl erupted from Zi’s mouth as the Amethyst Mystery showed its true power for the first time.
A massive purple vortex materialized in an instant, with amethyst lightning suddenly erupting.
The black cloud, which even the Profound Sound Blades couldn’t penetrate, began to gradually shatter within this terrifying vortex, dissipating like melting snow.
Although Ye Yinzhu’s Taixuan Qinxin was profound, under the stimulation of the Nine-needle Stimulating Divine Technique, he had only reached the strength of the First Rank White rank, still too far behind Sloan.
Furthermore, as the Master of the Faran Dark Tower, Sloan had hundreds of years of magical cultivation; Ye Yinzhu couldn’t pare with that accumulation.
The black magic robe itself was a God Artifact, and under Sloan’s magical influence, the shattered artifact produced a strong defensive force.
Fortunately, Zi’s strength had reached the Fourth Rank Sub-God rank after the fusion of the three Divine Beasts, otherwise, they might still be unable to break through the barrier of the artifact.
However, when the Amethyst Mystery Tornado Laser Slash pletely destroyed the black cloud, revealing Sloan anew before Ye Yinzhu and Zi, they couldn’t help but see their faces change.
On the ground, there was no longer just one Sloan, but hundreds of clones.
Every one of them was chanting the same spell, holding the same Soul Bead, with no discernible difference even in their auras.
Even though Ye Yinzhu had reached the Realm of Unity of Heaven and Man, he was unable to discern the location of Sloan’s true body through their spirits.
Phil Jackson sighed in resignation inside Ye Yinzhu’s mind, informing him that this was the highest form of puppetry in Dark Demon Magic, duplication.
With Sloan’s power, the duplication was not just of the body but also of the soul, spiritual imprint, and all traces of aura.
Unless he made an active attack, no one could distinguish which of the copies created by this ultimate puppetry technique was real.
The effect of “The Wild Geese Descend on the Sand” prevented Sloan from flying, but the hundreds of Sloans were still continuously splitting and rapidly moving towards distant places.
Sloan’s image could almost be seen in every corner, and his chanting was growing more and more urgent.
Ye Yinzhu knew that waiting any longer would not yield a positive oute.
His hands were placed on the zither strings, and a rapid sequence of zither sounds instantly sounded out.
Playing quickly, his hands became two blurs, and like heavy rain pelting banana leaves, the clear zither resounded with a metallic tone.
The massive momentum spread around in an instant as a circle of milky white radiance was swiftly released.
“Zither’s Soul Mystery, Thousand Souls Break.” All seven zither strings vibrated with their most fundamental frequency as Ye Yinzhu’s Soul Power fused into them in an instant, magnified countless times through the Super Divine Artefact.
The milky white radiance then became the Grim Reaper’s scythe, all souls Ye Yinzhu had previously subdued exploded at this moment, turning into Soul Power and blending into that white halo for instantaneous release.
Every one of Sloan’s puppets turned to black smoke and disappeared on contact with the milky white halo.
As the halo expanded, countless Sloans turned to dust.
This was one of the truly powerful abilities of an amalgam between Zither Magic and Undead Magic.
In a critical moment, without regard for the cost, Ye Yinzhu unleashed it to great effect.
“Thousand Souls Break,” as its name suggests, shatters the souls within its area of attack.
Under Ye Yinzhu’s precise control, wherever the white halo reached, only Zi and Sula were left unaffected.
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