Chapter 403
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Chapter 403: A Curse?
Inside the Babel Tower, Bai Yan’s true form sat calmly upon the throne, effortlessly manipulating Nightsaber.
In truth, the situation at hand felt somewhat like a one-on-one battle against a boss.
Because the so-called “incarnation” was like an arm to Bai Yan’s true form… They were inseparable, with no concept of “two individuals.”
Unless one possessed a ghost hand or a unicorn arm, who would be able to tell their arm apart from themselves?
At this moment, Mu Ling was completely under his control.
Ming, a colossal BOSS, loomed large.
Six massive arms wielded six distinct weapons, while her countless eyes ensured unparalleled perception. No attempts at hiding or evading could fool her.
The six weapons—massive knives, swords, whips, mirrors, iron balls, and clubs—all fashioned from ancient bronze, were unique in their effects and versatile in their reach, striking both near and far.
Bai Yan had once tried to control her through psychic power, but quickly discovered that such efforts were blocked by a force emanating from the statue of Black Abyss Deep Sea.
Hmm, it seemed that direct psychic influence was utterly ineffective.
“Only the usual little puppy is useful… but not now in this situation,” Bai Yan muttered as he controlled the pixelated character, “Nightsaber.”
The character dashed forward using “Deep Blue World,” then relentlessly attacked with the Imperial Light Execution.
Yet Ming, a powerhouse within the ranks of the Apocalypse, was approaching the middle-tier Apocalypse level. She radiated an undeniable brilliance.
Her brilliance carried the trait of being “unbreakable.”
This made for a very unfavorable match-up for Nightsaber.
It couldn’t be cut.
No, it truly couldn’t be cut—this wasn’t a mere illusion. In the frozen five-second moment, the attacks could only scrape her surface.
Mu Ling would likely be amazed. With just a gentle swing, Ming could easily slice through towering buildings, yet her body barely registered the touch of Nightsaber’s frantic assaults.
Bai Yan remained composed, showing no surprise. According to the health bar displayed on the screen, after a round of “Deep Blue World,” Nightsaber’s attacks had only managed to scratch about ten percent off her health.
“Alright then,” Bai Yan continued, “I’ll just keep scraping, even if it takes scraping her to death.”
He murmured to himself, “If it were Hidden Azure, not even a sliver of defense would hold up… In a situation of equal strength, an assassin wouldn’t stand a chance against a tank like this.”
Mu Ling and Bai Yan, both quick and agile, found Ming’s attacks slow despite her using six different weapons.
But just as they managed to reduce her health by one-third, something horrifying happened!
Black light began to flow from the enormous altar shaped like a flower, seeping into Ming’s body.
Her health bar started replenishing visibly.
Bai Yan quickly realized his damage output was far higher than Mu Ling’s. If they didn’t keep the pressure on her, she could fully recover in seconds.
The battle had reached a stalemate.
“If it were Mu Ling fighting her alone, I’m afraid she wouldn’t stand a chance,” Bai Yan thought briefly. But he didn’t suggest that Mu Ling change her strategy. Instead, he continued to dodge and draw Ming’s attention.
Without her “Diving into the Dark Dimension,” Mu Ling would likely have fallen by now. That’s why Bai Yan never considered any other tactics.
“Mu Ling couldn’t win alone, but with my help, the situation became much clearer.”
Suddenly, Bai Yan’s incarnation “Power Possession” appeared—Queen of the Scarlet Moon!
He wanted Ming to understand the true meaning of cruelty.
In that instant, two of Ming’s many eyes exploded, unleashing a terrifying curse!
Mu Ling was caught in a rare and tough battle. She had once believed that her attack power would be enough, but as she faced the immense bronze giant before her, she realized just how unyielding it was.
Was she battling a mountain?
She almost felt like she was shaking one.
The leader of the Doomsday Race was impossibly resilient. Despite being controlled by the Savior, her strikes were useless; none delivered a fatal blow.
“No,” she thought, even mountains weren’t as tough as this. Yet, its way of attacking was like trying to shake a mountain!
Luckily, with NightFall, Mu Ling possessed an uncanny super-sensing ability. Thanks to her ability to retreat into the Dark Dimension, it was impossible for the enemy to land a hit.
The two sides remained locked in a deadlock.
After several rounds, Mu Ling felt her attacks were actually working. She believed that with persistence, the enemy would eventually fall.
But then, an endless surge of black light flooded the scene.
“Fear, oh fear! The fear of all beings! Submit to me, become my nourishment!”
“The moment to feast has arrived!”
Black rays surged into the bronze giant’s body, healing the damage Mu Ling had caused at a rapid rate.
“…” Mu Ling fell into silence.
Helpless, she faced the dire situation.
Yet, even then, Mu Ling didn’t believe she would lose, nor did she believe that she could be killed.
Her mysterious self-confidence, granted by the Savior’s control, assured her she would emerge victorious, as she always had in such circumstances.
But the battle was about to take a different turn.
At that moment, Bai Yan unleashed the power of the “Queen of the Scarlet Moon,” and his aura completely transformed.
“This power!” Ming instantly took notice. It was on the same level as hers!
But within this power, something extraordinary radiated—surpassing her own limits.
What was this?
A sense of danger surged in her mind!
Without hesitation, she sacrificed two of her eyes to release the full force of the curse.
“Oh no, Dorit!”
In an instant, Mu Ling felt an immense weight pressing down on her. Gravity increased manyfold, nearly causing her to collapse.
Giant swords and knives fell from the sky.
Mu Ling, desperate, quickly darted into the Dark Dimension, narrowly evading the deadly assault.
But she couldn’t stay in that dimension forever. She soon reappeared, only to find the enemy’s relentless attacks pressing on.
Mu Ling had no choice but to retreat into the Dark Dimension over and over, guided by the Savior.
Bai Yan’s blood had transformed into burning crimson, rendering the gravity curse useless against him.
He wielded “Gorgeous Moonshine,” the weapon of the Ultimate Witch.
Its effect was simple—nothing could withstand it. It severed all.
Suddenly, Ming stopped attacking Nightsaber and focused solely on Bai Yan, now preparing for something serious.
“Boom!”
Five pupils burst open, sending foul-smelling blood splattering in all directions.
Ming unleashed her strongest curse upon Bai Yan.
“Hui Luo Li Ye!”
The ancient, terrifying voice filled the air, and the fear it instilled would have paralyzed weaker souls.
It was a curse that could age its target by thousands of years in mere moments.
For long-lived beings like dragons, it might not matter. But for humans, it was a devastating blow.
The silent power rippled through the air, descending like a wave of terror.
Bai Yan should have rapidly aged, yet nothing happened.
He remained perfectly still, even closing his eyes in peaceful calm.
“Why?” Ming cried out in disbelief.
Her curse had no effect!
It defied all logic. Without special protection, anyone weaker than her would have succumbed. But Bai Yan? He stood untouched.
What did it mean?
At that moment, Bai Yan gathered his strength. The power of the Demon King and Scarlet Blood surged wildly within him, unrestrained.
A crimson strike followed.
His burning form transformed into a beam of red and white light, cutting through the bronze giant in a single, swift motion.
The giant’s massive, twenty-meter form shattered, split down the middle.
“Who are you exactly?” Ming asked, her voice filled with astonishment, anger, and disbelief.
In one strike, Bai Yan had done what Mu Ling thought was impossible.
Mu Ling watched, stunned. The enemy, whom she couldn’t even land a single blow on, was obliterated in an instant by the senior Profligate.
“Senior Profligate… You truly are unfathomably powerful.”
Until now, Mu Ling had believed she was strong enough to rival a “Potential Apocalypse,” perhaps even catching up to Profligate senior’s figure. But now, she realized her pride had clouded her judgment.
The difference in strength was far greater than she had imagined.
Bai Yan landed calmly, a sense of emptiness filling him, followed by an exhaustion he hadn’t felt in a long time.
The “Queen of the Scarlet Moon” had unleashed its maximum power, paired with “Gorgeous Moonshine,” resulting in Ming’s swift demise.
“This is affinity,” Bai Yan muttered to himself. “If Mu Ling had been the target, she would have dodged. But with my power, I will always have the upper hand.”
Turning away, he let the sword of moonlight dissipate.
Power Possession. “Sword of Demons.”
Standing before the colossal wreckage, Bai Yan began absorbing the enemy’s soul, searching for the truth behind the situation.
Memories flooded his mind, and with his own power, he sorted them, connecting the dots.
A thought crossed his mind.
“Speaking of it, did we really need to defeat the secret masterminds behind the infiltrators and then search for why they infiltrated? Was it really necessary?”
