Abyssal Chronicles

Chapter 527 - 528: Going All Out [2/2]

"Soul Domain - Scorching Earth!"

Borulov let out a yell that felt like he was ripping his own soul apart, getting out all his years of anger and shame. After saying some spells really fast, a bunch of screaming souls shot out of the red gem on his staff. The second these trapped souls got out, they started screaming like crazy. The whole atmosphere switched up, turning the sky dark and covering the whole square.

The overwhelming aura of death even momentarily suppressed the aura of Sword Demon’s shadowy power. Feeling the horrifying aura he had unleashed, a confident and crazed smile spread across Borulov’s skull-like face.

As he rapidly chanted forbidden spells, Borulov didn’t hesitate to use a secret technique he had been keeping for years to completely annihilate this demon king. Pointing the sharp tip of his staff at the purple-haired man’s forehead, Borulov’s eyes narrowed. The surging magical power and the overwhelming aura of death instantly collapsed the podium, and many students who hadn’t managed to evacuate the plaza fainted due to the heavy aura of death.

As the red gemstone on the staff continued to glow, the souls, as if heeding his call, began to converge and compress around Borulov, gradually forming into several huge, terrifying ghouls. Their skeletal heads, blue ghostly eyes, and bodies made of bone were accompanied by a hair-raising mist. These evil spirits looked as detestable as abyssal demons, if not more so.

Accompanied by the chanting of the spell, a massive magic circle made of green magical power and grey death energy appeared in front of Borulov and began to spin rapidly. The terrifying souls, under the command of the magic circle, opened their gaping mouths, and destructive rays of death energy began to condense within them. The surrounding air grew increasingly heavy, the ground corroded, and the entire area seemed to turn into a playground for these souls.

Feeling the powerful aura surrounding him, Borulov burst into mad laughter.

"Hahahahaha!!! Sword Demon, things won’t go as they did back then! Prepare yourself!"

The tension was palpable as Borulov readied his ultimate spell, fully intent on settling the score with the Sword Demon once and for all.

"Damn it! Is Borulov trying to unleash the Soul Domain?!"

On the other side, Phillipe, who was carrying dozens of unconscious students and preparing to flee the plaza, felt his heart leap into his throat upon seeing the gathering aura of death at the center of the plaza. Biting his lip tightly, he was tense as a fully drawn bowstring.

As the son of former Archbishop Nick, Phillipe had access to information about powerful figures in Red Leaf Royal Family, including Borulov’s techniques. He knew that what Borulov was about to unleash was an inhumane forbidden spell. Although the humanoid demon king didn’t seem interested in massacring the crowd, if Borulov unleashed this spell, the area would turn into a dead land filled with ghostly energy capable of corroding souls.

"Damn, this guy is crazy!" Phillipe cursed. But he, being at sixth-level, he was utterly incapable of stopping Borulov, All he could do was carry the unconscious people as far away from the plaza as possible before Borulov’s domain fully unfolded.

While making his desperate retreat, Phillipe’s gaze fell upon the silver-haired girl and the academy Headmaster behind Borulov. He knew why Vinarola couldn’t act recklessly, but now, with Borulov drawing the attention of the purple-haired man, it was the perfect opportunity to retreat.

"Hurry up and retreat, Headmaster!" Phillipe screamed internally.

Of course, what Phillipe could perceive, the battle-hardened Headmaster Vinarola could perceive as well. As Borulov was charging up his attack, drawing the attention of the purple-haired man, Vinarola took a deep breath, tightly grasped Mengxi’s hand, and released her white magical energy without reservation. The white light enveloped Vinarola, Mengxi, and the Sacred Dragon Heart she held.

"Hold my hand tightly! Use your holy energy to protect your heart!"

With a hurried warning, Vinarola’s magical power erupted, forming wings of magic behind her. The wings provided a powerful thrust, turning Vinarola into a streak of white light that shot towards the edge of the plaza with Mengxi.

"Hmm?"

Feeling Vinarola’s movement, the purple-haired man shifted his gaze back, focusing once more on the white meteor in the sky, a dangerous glint appearing in his eyes.

On the other side, Borulov, who had been ignored while unleashing his ultimate move, felt a blow to his ego. Clenching his fists in anger,

"Where the hell are you looking?! I am your opponent!!"

In a burst of rage, an infuriated Borulov, not caring about the innocent people around him who hadn’t had the chance to escape, unleashed his ultimate move without hesitation. The magical circle in front of him suddenly emitted a dazzling, eerie glow. Guided by this glow, thousands upon thousands of howling spirits, swirling with an immense aura of death, attacked the purple-haired man from all directions.

This moment was a test of the quality and results of Borulov’s years of training and research.

However, compared to the fully focused, even somewhat hysterical Borulov, his ’opponent,’ the purple-haired man, had shifted his attention entirely to the Girl of Destiny in mid-air. He didn’t pay any attention to Borulov’s words, nor did he react to the spirits charging at him filled with murderous intent.

His target had always been just one...

"Trying to escape? ... Heh heh..."

With a cold chuckle, the purple-haired man’s eyes narrowed, revealing a flash of black light.

"Come out, Silver Moon, it’s your turn to shine!"

Calling out his weapon’s name in a somewhat dramatic tone, a spatial rift suddenly opened amidst the surging shadow power and rampant lightning. The purple-haired man reached into the rift and pulled out a massive, awe-inspiring sword imbued with a destructive aura.

The sword was about three meters long, engraved with ancient, unknown text and dark purple lightning patterns. Though not ornate, it exuded an epic aura.

As soon as the sword appeared, the heavens and earth seemed to change color.

Without any buildup or warning, the purple-haired man let out a maniacal laugh, tightly gripped the sword handle, and slashed it down toward the figure in mid-air.

"Sever the Heavens."

’Now, where will you run?’

This high-stakes moment saw the purple-haired man drawing his devastating weapon, ready to cut down anyone who dared to escape, clearly indicating his ultimate focus was not on Borulov but on a different target. Borulov’s big spell and all his anger seem kinda pointless next to this new, super intense situation.