Chapter 1199: [Fire Phantom Karma]

A wave of oppressive energy radiated outward. The ground quaked violently, cracks splintering in the palace stone. The air itself seemed to shiver under the weight of the being’s presence. Vashno instinctively took a step back, circling to maintain distance. Every instinct in him screamed: this was no ordinary enemy—it was a cataclysm incarnate.

The transformation reached its peak. The liquid around the figure exploded outward in a torrent of darkness and blood, sending shards of stone and remnants of the palace flying into the air. The figure rose fully, its body towering, shimmering with a dark, viscous aura. Its eyes were like molten gold, radiating a light that burned through the very fabric of reality.

A sickly-sweet stench filled the air, the aroma of decay and gluttony thick enough to make even seasoned warriors gag. The figure stretched its arms, and the palace trembled as though the building itself feared the being. Every shadow in the area bent toward it, as if the darkness itself recognized its master.

The newly emerged Messenger lifted its head. Its gaze swept the battlefield, taking in every angel, fallen angel, and mortal alike, and a soundless roar of malice resonated through the minds of all present. The liquid beneath it quivered, then surged outward in tendrils of living darkness, tearing at the ground and walls like fanged serpents of shadow and blood.

At that moment, the Ninth Shackle Realm angel and fallen angel radiated an overwhelming aura of killing intent. Their eyes locked on the Messenger of Gluttony, and in perfect, unspoken coordination, they raised their weapons. A pulse of energy erupted from their bodies, dense and suffocating, like the atmosphere itself was being crushed.

Without hesitation, they unleashed their attacks. The strikes descended like twin comets of annihilation, their speed and force beyond comprehension. The palace—already trembling under the presence of the Messenger—shattered instantly. Walls crumbled, towers collapsed, and floors were reduced to rubble in a deafening roar.

The sheer power sent shockwaves rippling across the land, hurling debris and dust for kilometers. Vashno, hovering in the air, was blown back several kilometers as the energy slammed through the battlefield. His vision blurred from the intensity; the air around him boiled violently, crackling with energy so thick it scorched the skin.

The ground beneath trembled and cracked, fissures spiderwebbing outward, as if the planet itself were on the verge of tearing apart. Trees, buildings, and structures within the blast radius were obliterated, thrown into the sky like matchsticks.

BOOM!!

The destructive wave continued to expand outward, leveling everything within a two-hundred-kilometer radius. Mountains shuddered, rivers roiled violently, and the very sky fractured with streaks of raw energy. Birds and creatures that had survived the chaos screamed in panic, fleeing the apocalypse.

Even the dark liquid beneath the Messenger quivered in response, rippling like a disturbed ocean, reflecting the terror of this cataclysm. The battlefield had become a storm of destruction, and no mortal could remain untouched.

Vashno’s gaze swept across the battlefield, and a chill ran down his spine. The very foundation of the realm seemed to shudder and crack, as if it could collapse at any moment. The presence of the Gluttony Army had pushed the chaos beyond a breaking point.

The angels and fallen angels, their wrath barely contained, would now launch a merciless purge, tearing through every corner of the empire to root out the Gluttony Army. Nothing would survive their judgment—no structures, no forces, not even the echoes of defiance.

Vashno’s eyes flicked upward toward the enormous spatial rift torn into the sky, its edges writhing like a wound in reality itself. Were the higher beings watching this inferno, or had they been blind to the storm brewing below? A sense of foreboding clawed at him—the secret realm was teetering on the edge of ruin, and the next moments would decide whether it would stand... or be swallowed entirely.

...

Meanwhile, in an unknown, shadowed expanse, the air itself trembled as if the world could tear apart at any moment.

Eztein and Spatial Whisperer hovered, suspended midair, as the ground beneath quaked violently, cracks snaking through the cavern like veins of some living entity.

Spatial Whisperer’s gaze drifted upward, eyes narrowing. "It seems the angels and fallen angels have discovered our presence," he said, his voice calm yet tinged with urgency.

A smirk curled across his lips as he turned back to Eztein. "I have no time to toy with you. This ends quickly."

Eztein chuckled darkly, energy crackling along his body. "Good. Let’s settle this then!"

In an instant, they lunged at each other. Midair collisions erupted into violent shockwaves, blasting chunks of rock from the cavern walls.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"You’re exceptional," Spatial Whisperer said with a flash of admiration. "As expected of one of the Blood Lightning Monster’s men!"

"Hahaha! You’re the one who’s going to suffer today!" Eztein shouted, lightning arcing across his body.

"Then show me what you’ve got!"

The two clashed again and again, their figures a blur of motion. Every strike sent brilliant sparks and streaks of light dancing across the cavern, each collision shredding the air with force. The very fabric of the space around them warped under the pressure, leaving gaping holes and shattered fragments of the cavern walls.

The cave itself seemed to recoil, echoing with the deafening symphony of their battle.

[Space Rending]!!

Spatial Whisperer slammed his hand down, and the very air twisted and tore, rending the space around them. Shards of reality fragmented, slicing through the cavern walls, sending debris flying like deadly hail.

Eztein didn’t flinch. With a roar, he leapt forward, his spear crackling with coiling energy. Each motion of his body left trails of lightning and flickering flesh, a storm of raw power converging on the vortex of destruction.

His body was pierced and torn by wounds, but they regenerated almost instantly. Over the past months, his parasite had evolved to captain-class, granting him strength, endurance, and a staggering regenerative ability, allowing him to fight at peak without hesitation.

Bang!!

With a surge of elemental power and dream energy, Eztein shattered the warped space ahead, sending a shockwave tearing through the cavern. Spatial Whisperer materialized directly in front of him, dagger descending with lethal precision.

Eztein slammed his spear up to intercept, and a resonating boom echoed inside his chest.

[Three Supreme Mandate Body]!!

[Fire Phantom Karma]!!

From the converging energy around him, floating flaming skulls burst into existence, their fire illuminating the chaotic battlefield with hellish light. Two of them hovered on his shoulders, eyes blazing like molten coals, as Spatial Whisperer hovered above, ready to strike again.

The air between them warped and hissed, charged with the raw fury of two Seventh Shackle Realm titans, each strike threatening to tear apart the cavern and collapse the very ground beneath them.

Eztein’s eyes widened as he twisted his body to the side, dodging through the tearing space. A blinding slash of energy ripped through the air, and in an instant, his right hand and leg were shredded into jagged pieces, the smell of burning flesh mixing with air.

Whoosh!!

Spatial Whisperer’s eyes burned with rage and agony. He spun violently, unleashing another devastating strike that warped the air itself.

Eztein erupted a flickering cage of crackling lightning, sparks leaping outward like writhing serpents, shielding him from the worst of the attack. He knew the barrier would not hold for long. Gritting his teeth, he propelled himself forward, driven by pain and sheer will.

Wounds knitting together in seconds, his body surged with regeneration. He landed in front of Spatial Whisperer like a storm incarnate, eyes glinting with a faint, almost cruel smile. He could see it now—the strain etched on his opponent’s face, the agony he was forcing himself to endure.

This moment was everything. His skills, his weapon, his power—they were all meant for this clash.

Spatial Whisperer’s mind teetered on the edge of collapse. His willpower strained to contain the swelling tide of rage, fear, and desperation, emotions ballooning inside him like a pressure cooker ready to explode.

He slammed his palm down, hurling Eztein into the ground with earth-shattering force.

Boom!!

The impact tore through the floor, sending shockwaves across the cavernous space. But even as Eztein hit the ground, countless skulls erupted from his body, hovering and spinning, each one mocking Spatial Whisperer with a high-pitched, ear-splitting wail that grated against the mind.

"Hahaha!!" Eztein’s laughter rang out, feral and unrestrained, as he rose from the crater, his body now a living phalanx of snarling skulls, each eye socket burning with a cruel, predatory light.

At that moment, every sensation was magnified; pain, rage, exhilaration, and pleasure amplified a hundredfold, twisting perception and sanity alike.

[Fire Phantom Karma]!!

The flames of Eztein’s [Fire Phantom Karma], now fully integrated with his [Three Supreme Mandate Body] at the fifth phase, assaulted the target’s mind and senses, searing Spatial Whisperer’s willpower like molten iron and leaving him teetering on the brink of collapse.

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