Abyssal Lord Of The Magi World

Chapter 667 The Futility Of Rage

Chapter 667: The futility of rage

“BOOM!” Zatiel shattered the ground beneath his feet as he kicked and sent his body forward at an incredible speed.

The Neo-Demon’s speed took Mordur by surprise, and as he prepared to adopt a battle stance, a new soul invasion spell struck him. 

Mordur was prepared to face the soul invasion spell and had already enforced his Inner Universe’s defenses with his energy and Omega Law. Still, that only allowed him to keep consciousness as an immense pain and a sense of exhaustion assaulted him. 

Hades saw how Zatiel’s red lightsaber struck the Archdemon’s jaw, sending this one up with so much potency that he crashed with the ceiling of the black cage. The Neo-Demon did not stand still and immediately pursued.

As he saw the Neo-Demon’s might, Hades could not hide the awe in his eyes. Zatiel’s talent was just too absurd, and the fact he could deploy the power to overwhelm an Initial Beyond Limit Stage Archdemon was incredible. 

Mordur had just regained control over his body as a red lightsaber struck him in his chest. It sent him flying away as he puked blood. 

While Mordur’s Archdemon bloodline was just standard and grew due to his rise in cultivation, not providing much help in battle power, it still gave him a very solid body. He would not fall second to a weak Rank 8 Artifact in durability, but that red lightsaber still severely harmed him.

The Archdemon could swear that the heaviness and hardness of that lightsaber felt even mightier than if a world crashed on him. 

Zatiel did not care about what the Archdemon could think, continuing his onslaught. Mordur attempted to fight back, sending waves of bloodfire against the Neo-Demon, but this one would just split them in half with his blue lightsaber before striking with the red one. 

The battle between the duo unleashed energies and released shock waves that could generate immense damage in the 33rd Layer of Abyss, but the black cage concealed everything.

Hades constantly sent streams of soul force into the small black cage in his hand, mending all the cracks that would happen every time the Neo-Demon and Archdemon clashed.

The name of the artifact was Nine x Nine Black Cage, and it had the theoretical potential to unleash a force capable of hiding even Rank 9 battles. The one in Hades’ hand had not reached that level but was close to Late Rank 8, so it did not have a problem hiding a battle that did not surpass the Beyond Limit Stage.

Zatiel suppressed Mordur more and more as the wounds in this one’s body, and soul grew. A new wave of soul invasion spells clouded the Archdemon’s senses for a moment, just enough for a red lightsaber to strike the top of his head and send him crashing down. 

“BOOM!” The Archdemon had barely touched the ground as the dark fog went into a frenzy, and waves after waves lunged at him. 

Mordur felt like a mortal at the bottom of the ocean, as the dark fog suffocated him and constantly attempted to enter his body so it could devour him from the inside out. 

“AHHHH!” The Archdemon roared with rage, making a blast of bloodfire emerge from him and pushing the dark fog away. While normal energy had little effect, forces above the Prima Universe’s laws were capable of harming it. 

Mordur had difficulty catching his breath, and those attacks had riddled his body with bloody wounds. His hate and frustration clouded his judgment and made his chaotic nature flourish.

While the bloodfire burned the dark fog that touched it, he saw that this one did not relent and kept trying to get near him. Still, the Archdemon did not lose too much time with it as he only had eyes for the puppeteer.

As he saw how Zatiel’s eyes looked down on him with complete calm and disinterest, the wrath in his heart grew stronger.

Mordur had managed to connect attacks on the Neo-Demon, but by all accounts, he had done no damage to this one during the entire battle.

The black domain with a sky blue edge surrounding Zatiel’s would eat away around half of the power in Mordur’s attack before losing another third due to the bark armor. 

By the time the attack reached Zatiel, his violet skin and yang runes engraved in every cell had made it so his body would endure almost no wound.

Minor wounds could add up in a long battle, but Myriad constantly sent waves of vitality into Zatiel’s inner organs, healing them just as the minimal sign of damage appeared.

Mordur was betting his life, but the look on his opponent’s face made it seem that he considered this battle as something meaningless and could not arouse his emotions.

“AHHHH!” Mordur roared as his wrath reached its peak, making the bloodfire burn with even more power as he flashed toward Zatiel.

The Neo-Demon’s eyes were as peaceful as always as he saw the enraged Archdemon lunging in his direction. He headed forward as his muscles bulged out, enhancing his physical might while his eyes burned with Virtual Force.

Mordur sent a fist forward with all the power in his body, but Zatiel’s eyes exploded the Virtual Force in them at the exact moment, slowing down the Archdemon’s attack speed.

That allowed the Neo-Demon to push away Mordur’s fist with his red lightsabers before slashing with the blue one.

Their momentum made them head in the opposite direction after that clash, but while Zatiel had suffered no wound, Mordur’s eyes widened as his right arm fell to the ground. 

Mordur stared at where his right arm used to be, only to see a perfect cut right below his elbow. As for the lost extremity, the dark fog devoured it in a second, leaving nothing left.

The Archdemon could not stop his body from trembling as he understood the situation. His attacks could not harm his opponent, and the wounds kept accumulating. It was just a matter of time before he was defeated, and that dark fog devoured his soul and body.