Chapter 410

Chapter 410: The Ghost and the “Lord of Shadows”

The purple blade glimmered, enshrouded in an eerie aura that tugged at the soul’s core. As Red Moon grasped the hilt, an overwhelming surge of power coursed through her, sending a silent tremor through her heart.

A whisper emanated from the sword, soft yet haunting, revealing its name:

“Soul Snatching.”

“I’m going in,” she murmured with a grin, her excitement palpable. Her gaze turned to her “scabbard,” a gleam of exhilaration lighting her scarred face.

The fox looked on, dumbfounded.

This “human” was unlike any other.

She reveled in the chaos, craving the deadly dance between swordplay and mortality.

Red Moon lunged forward, her blade poised for attack. Her laughter rang out as she advanced, while the Black-Pupiled Lord stood unmoving, absorbing her strikes without so much as flinching.

“It’s futile because—”

His calm declaration was abruptly cut off by a guttural cry of agony.

The purple blade had pierced through his black armor, tearing into his soul itself. The wail that followed was unlike anything mortal, filled with pain and despair.

“Silence!”

Red Moon moved swiftly, evading counterattacks with fluid grace. Like a predator closing in for the kill, she struck again and again, aiming to end the Black-Pupiled Lord without delay.

His howls echoed endlessly, his form convulsing as her relentless assault shredded his defenses.

How could this be?

He was stronger, unquestionably so. Yet with each strike, he felt his soul fragment, his fear mounting.

“I am the dark side of Heart City!” he roared internally. For decades, his name alone had instilled terror. Why now, of all times, did he feel this paralyzing fear?

Shadow spears erupted

around Red Moon, encircling

her in a deadly formation. Yet,

she pressed forward with

ferocity, evading some attacks

while absorbing others.

Her body bore the price of her

defiance—flesh torn, bones

shattered, and one eye blinded.

But she never faltered.

Her power surged with each

clash, her attacks relentless.

And then he saw it—a ghastly

smile etched across her

bloodied face, exuding joy and

satisfaction.

“Monster!”

Terror gripped the Black-

Pupiled Lord. Despite his

strength, the will to fight

slipped through his fingers like

sand.

Red Moon’s laughter pierced

the air, a sound that echoed

the fears of her kin. Memories

of her tribe, their growing

dread of her, flooded back.

She was a wicked spirit—a

being that thrived on

destruction.

The Black-Pupiled Lord,

desperate, unleashed the Flow

of Heart – Wind, seeking

escape. He transformed into

an invisible current,

abandoning the battle.

Red Moon leaped after him,

rage fueling her strength. But

her body failed her, and she

collapsed mid-air.

Bleeding profusely, her consciousness faded.

The Black-Pupiled Lord

watched her fall, a mixture of

relief and shock washing over

him. He had survived—not

through victory, but through

her collapse.

The “Soul Snatching” blade

dissolved from her grasp,

leaving only a fleeting memory

of its terror.

Ninetales Aision, free from

paralysis, approached

cautiously. “That sword… it’s

tied to her power, but it left me

immobilized. Strange.”

The Black-Pupiled Lord

laughed, relief spilling into his

voice. “I am truly powerful! Fox,

you’ve lost. Prepare to meet

your end.”

Before he could act, a cold

voice rang out, freezing him in

place.

“Are you the Black-Pupiled

Lord?”

A woman with long, white hair

stood at a distance, her

posture regal, her gaze

unyielding. She wielded the

Blade of Radiance, her

presence both merciful and

ominous.

“You…” His voice wavered.

“You’re the Hound of Babel

Tower!”

Fear returned, greater than

before.

Shadows erupted, engulfing

her in a tide of darkness. Yet

when the chaos settled, the

Black-Pupiled Lord was no

more.

Mu Ling stood, her blade

sheathed, the enemy’s form

vanishing into nothingness.

The nine-tailed fox stared at

her, awe-stricken. “You saved

us! Let’s protect this city

together!”

Mu Ling frowned, sidestepping

the fox’s exuberant gratitude.

Her mind drifted to a voice she

alone could hear, guiding her

toward a deeper purpose.

Elsewhere, Bai Yan observed

the unfolding events with quiet

satisfaction. The guide

mission had been a success,

granting another fragment of

the Magic Lamp.

As the Babel Tower revealed

its next event, Bai Yan’s

thoughts shifted.

The Rainbows—a divine force

within the World of Noah—

were stirring. Revered by all,

their actions held the potential

for salvation… or betrayal.