Chapter 112: Chapter 112
"Hahaha, you people from the Black Demon Sect are truly worthy descendants of Old Dog Azraeth. You all share his arrogance, blinded by overconfidence, unable to see the true gravity of today’s events!" Ethan’s words echoed across the cold lake, lips curving into a smile of disdain.
"Ancestor?!"
Ashen’s voice cracked with fury, his eyes burning with disrespect for Ethan’s mockery. "How dare you insult the ancestors of the Black Demon Sect! I will crush you to ashes today!"
While Ashen spoke, the Black Death Formation swelled with malevolent power. Thick demonic energy surged wildly, enveloping half of Echo Lake like a foreboding tempest.
Ripples roiled across the formation’s barrier as a blood-red light pulsed steadily inward through five formation eyes scattered around the lake’s edge. Those ripples intensified, heralding a terrifying attack coalescing at the heart of the formation.
"Five sacrifices feeding life essence and blood into the formation’s power?" Ethan’s sharp gaze dissected the scene.
He smirked, "Your followers have grown stronger these years within the Azure Origin Dao Sect."
A powerful aura of essence and blood radiated from Ethan’s body in response, his blood-colored aura thick and burning—forming a protective shield repelling the dark energies.
"Do you think I would assault you without proper preparation?"
Ethan’s voice dripped with bitter mirth.
"Sacrificing the flesh and blood of your own disciples to kill me, the genius of Azure Origin Dao Sect — this just inspires me!"
Ashen sneered, stepping forward until only three feet separated them. In his right hand gleamed an ominous black sickle, a heavenly spiritual weapon shrouded in black demonic mist that flickered wildly along its blade.
His aura surged fiercely, unmistakably that of a late-stage Tribulation Transcendence cultivator, radiating waves of violent shock. Beneath his feet, the lake’s surface rippled wildly.
"Formation! Attack and kill!" Ashen roared, his fist clenched with primal fury.
The formation barrier warped violently as ripples transformed into a cyclonic vortex, brewing a ruinous demonic strike.
In mere breaths, dozens of spots pulsating with dark power condensed into solid spheres.
Phew!
Black beams of concentrated energy erupted forth, shooting upward in a complex and deadly lattice.
Within blink, dozens of these black beams sprawled across the sky, hurtling straight at Ethan like a lethal rain of shadowed bolts.
Ethan lifted his eyes coolly to the lethal barrage.
Each beam’s power rivaled the full assault of a cultivator in late Tribulation Transcendence Realm—the intensity alone daunting even for peak Tribulation Transcendence realm cultivators.
Yet Ethan stood unfazed.
"Scythe!" he shouted, his voice ringing across the lake.
In his hand, the Moonflood Scythe appeared, gleaming cold and fierce like a thunderbolt forged of water and steel.
Boom!
Instantly, sharp and violent scythe intent erupted—powerful and boundless as a volcano’s fury.
The impact shook the entire formation barrier to its roots.
Scythe intent spiraled upward, invisible yet undeniably potent.
It coalesced, rolling and sweeping until finally it burst into a torrent—the vivid form of a water Leviathan emerged, roaring with the fury of torrents unleashed.
Thunderous arcs of scythe intent exploded outward, the entire lake trembling with the power unleashed.
Water surged violently, drawn by the Moonflood Scythe’s will.
Hundreds of water jets burst forth, crackling through the air like a salvo of fireworks.
"Physical cultivation, water’s power, and perfect scythe intent!" the watching disciples gasped.
"This guy..."
Ashen’s brow furrowed sharply, eyes narrowing as he watched dozens of black beams link and aim themselves at Ethan.
"Ha, what of it?" Ashen sneered coldly. "Realm gaps can’t be slashed away by scythe intent alone!"
But his triumph was short-lived.
The Scythe intent remained undiminished, slicing apart the black beams like a cosmic wind.
Smoke rose as the waves of darkened energy dissolved, powerless against the Leviathan’s might.
From the fading haze, Ethan’s figure emerged fluidly.
"A late-stage Tribulation Transcendence cultivator from the Black Demon Sect, and this is all?" Ethan mocked, his tone both amused and scornful.
The Moonflood Scythe swung, the leviathan slicing through the air with fury.
The power of water overcame Ashen’s cold demonic energy and twisted death aura.
Wherever the Scythe passed, destruction followed.
Space trembled violently as demonic energy and death energy shattered under the scythe’s assault.
Brush!
A rushing wind heralded Ethan’s movement—his body blurred, transforming into a bolt of liquid lightning that streaked toward Ashen with unrelenting speed.
"What level of physical cultivation has this guy reached?"
"And his Scythe intent suppresses both the formation and my demonic attributes!"
Ashen ground his teeth, eyes fixed on Ethan’s rapid approach.
"The commotion is growing unwieldy," he muttered in urgency. "We must finish this quickly or suffer great consequences!"
He turned to the five sacrificial disciples planted around the formation.
"Sacrifice more of your longevity and blood essence—now!"
Their bodies visibly shriveled, drying rapidly as they bled life force to fuel the dark incantations.
The Demon Sect’s practice of voluntary living sacrifice twisted their very life energy to augment the formation’s power—doubling its power instantly.
Though morally abhorrent and karmically devastating, Ashen cared little.
It was a necessary price to slay Ethan.
Above the formation, dense black mist thickened and expanded ominously.
"Rakshasa, come forth!" Ashen bellowed, unleashing his final, terrifying weapon.
Ethan’s gaze narrowed sharply as the black mist thickened overhead, leaking an overwhelming aura of menace.
"You’re trying to strengthen your move?" Ethan observed coolly.
He surged forward, scythe intent blazing as he struck toward the formation’s core.
The air crackled with tension.
Ashen’s counterattack was swift—dueling with the sharp scythe that threatened him.
Every blow left his scalp tingling from the power unleashed.
"This kid... so powerful," Ashen gritted his teeth between strikes.
Behind him, spectral wings unfolded slowly from the shadows on his back.
"A Rakshasa forms—your death is certain!"
Ashen smiled wickedly, spinning his black sickle.
With a mighty sweep, he soared downwards like a demon’s storm, launching his own heavy, devastating attack.
Ethan met the blow head-on, his scythe blocking the crash of power with flawless timing.
In the late stage of the Tribulation Transcendence Realm, Ashen’s strength was formidable indeed, but Ethan’s unyielding will and indomitable power met it stroke for stroke.
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