Wielding such a technique would ravage any ordinary cultivator—bones, vessels, even sanity—but its destructive potential was legend, turning the weakest spark of malice into a storm strong enough to topple palaces in the blink of a heartbeat.
Soul Devourer, cornered and desperate, finally chose the unthinkable. He cracked open a forbidden ritual, feeding his own blood and hatred to the spell so that its power would answer him at any cost.
Soul Devourer threw his head back and roared, "Hahaha. To kill you, any price is a bargain!"
Shrouded in blood-red mist, his once-tattered frame hardened into brutal solidity. The aura pouring from him thickened until it felt like a storm of knives grinding across the air. "Today you die—inevitably, absolutely, irreversibly!"
In the blink of an eye, he vanished and reappeared before Jared, fingers hooked like talons ready to rip through steel.
Black demonic aura twined with crimson vapor along his hands, merging into a power so twisted and dense that even space itself seemed to ripple.
Jared tried to retreat, but the speed of that predatory blur outstripped thought itself.
Pfft! A wet crack—then those talons slammed into Jared's chest.
Dark demonic aura and crimson mist surged straight into his body, burrowing toward the very roots of his soul.
"Ah!"
Agony exploded behind Jared's eyes as he let out a guttural scream. He felt his own spirit unraveling, strand after strand, while countless phantom screams rose in his mind—like a horde of vengeful ghosts tearing him apart.
Soul Devourer laughed madly. "Vermilion, savor this endless pain! This is the price for ambushing me all those years ago!"
Long ago, on level nine, Vermilion Demon Lord and Soul Devourer had been fellow apprentices under the same mentor.
A grudging feud turned lethal when Vermilion Demon Lord struck from the shadows, wounding the once-invincible Soul Devourer.
Hunted and finally imprisoned on level six, the fallen tyrant had nursed that hatred through endless centuries.
Now, at last, vengeance lay within reach, and mercy was a word he no longer remembered.
Jared clenched his teeth until blood filled his mouth. "Soul Devourer, may you rot in every h*ll!"
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