“This is getting more interesting with two main selves having independent consciousness,” Wynton laughed sinisterly. “Even so, you must stay here today.”
“We’ve been tricked,” Frona warned James. “Waitara Path’s past forms have concealed their true strength. The real threat is those three in the void.”
Staring directly at Wynton ahead, Xeme James squinted slightly. “Steady your Cultivation Heart. It seems I must overturn the table.”
Without another word, Frona transformed into an ethereal holy light and merged into James.
Seeing this, the disheveled Wynton laughed maniacally again. “So, Frona has become your Cultivation Heart. You really are using that pretty face of yours to the fullest.”
As he spoke, his body shook. His once-tattered and bloodied form erupted with a dense Waltraud Power.
In an instant, Wynton’s power surged to its limit, and his hair turned crimson.
Fixing his gaze on James, he smiled eerily and pointed to the void. A vast wave of Waltraud Power shot towards the encircling Waltraud Wave around Thea.
Suddenly, the Waltraud Wave seemed to receive a command, instantly shooting out eighty-one light bands that wrapped around Thea.
In the next moment, the confined Thea’s Hongrome Aura was frantically absorbed by the eighty-one light bands.
Despite facing a life-threatening situation and immense pain, Thea bore it without making a sound to avoid disturbing James’ focus.
Abruptly, Winnie and Noel’s past forms, who were attacking Thea, stopped and merged into the rotating Waltraud Wave, accelerating the absorption of Thea’s Hongrome Aura.
“James, look at the second gift I prepared for you,” Wynton laughed loudly. “Don’t you love your wife the most? Didn’t you overcome countless Inner Demons and chase her from a low-level planet to here?
“Now, I will make you watch as I completely devour her before your eyes and let you witness the true outbreak of the Leere Tribulation.”
On the other side, the Waltraud Wave devouring Thea also stopped amidst the gray clouds and thunder.
Thea, who was enduring extreme pain, suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of oppression descending from the sky.
“W-What is this?” Wynton screamed in horror.
As his words fell, countless gray clouds mixed with thunder and lightning crashed down, forming a bizarre and almost boundless holy formation.
As the formation descended, dense purple-gold light bands shot out from the surrounding formation walls, crisscrossing and dividing the area into countless square spaces.
In each of these spaces, countless restrictions, tribulations, and formations rapidly operated, as if placing everything into a hellish scenario.
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