Chapter 410
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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.
