Abyssal Chronicles

Chapter 790 - 791: Extreme Oppression

In fact, when the surrounding space underwent a drastic change in an instant, Yumo entered an unprecedented high state of alert. It was undeniable that the ability to silently and secretly transform the surrounding environment into a starry sky scene was impossible. At this moment, Yumo quickly realized her situation. Her consciousness had likely been pulled into a spiritual space by that fake goddess.

Regardless of the situation, the ability to forcibly drag one’s consciousness into another space meant that this fake goddess’s spiritual power was not to be underestimated.

’At that time, Youlan was probably injured in this space... Otherwise, her soul wouldn’t have suffered such severe damage, to the point of becoming a little child...’

As the divine power in the surrounding space rapidly distorted into shadow power, Yumo tensed up and stared intently at the front. The shadow power within her body also surged rapidly at this moment. The feather duster, which had just been retracted into her internal space, was summoned again and transformed into a crimson sword.

She could sense the terrifying oppression rapidly expanding within the space.

Under Yumo’s solemn gaze, the golden divine power in the sky gradually darkened, turning into a strange cyan-white energy particle. These particles quickly gathered at a visible speed, eventually forming a human figure in front of Yumo.

"Hmph, you’ve finally appeared?"

Yumo coldly snorted in response.

At this moment, the entity that appeared in front of Yumo did not continue to use its disguising ability to maintain the false appearance of a goddess. Instead, it revealed its true spiritual form.

However, despite controlling the chilling shadow power that made even Yumo’s heart race, its true appearance was not as terrifyingly ferocious as Yumo had imagined. Instead, it exuded a sense of tranquil beauty?

She was an extraordinary young girl, with skin as smooth as congealed cream, delicate and tender like silk, yet resilient like a reed. Her face was as pale as a silver plate, her eyes like water chestnuts, her lips naturally red, and her eyebrows naturally green. She was undoubtedly a unique beauty among thousands.

When combined with her elegant black palace gown, slender figure, soft and supple short white hair, and slightly demonic dark red lip color, the young girl’s charm was greatly enhanced. The only imperfection might be the girl’s tightly closed pair of eyes...

The girl was like a puppet. This was Yumo’s first impression.

Although she appeared harmless, Yumo did not dare to let her guard down. Under the girl’s calm exterior, a shocking amount of shadow power was surging. The cyan-white shadow power was like surging waves, constantly churning around her. Although the other party controlled the same shadow power as her, Yumo felt a sense of unease from the overly oppressive and gloomy power.

"Who are you?" Yumo asked coldly.

Faced with Yumo’s question, the short-haired girl did not immediately respond. Instead, she slowly extended her right hand towards Yumo, adopting an inviting posture?

Of course, Yumo would not accept such a strange person’s invitation. Instead, she asked again, this time with a strong shadow aura erupting from her body, warningly surging towards the short-haired girl.

"If you don’t answer, don’t blame me for being impolite."

As she spoke, Yumo raised her crimson sword, aiming at the other party’s forehead.

Faced with Yumo’s sword pointed at her, the short-haired girl still maintained her inviting posture. However, this time, she did not continue to remain silent. Instead, under Yumo’s slightly tense gaze, she slowly opened her mouth.

However, what came out was not human language, but a strange, indescribable noise, like ghosts crying and gods howling. When this sound entered Yumo’s ears, she suddenly felt uncomfortable. Her entire body seemed to become restless under the guidance of this sound. The cyan-white shadow power beside the short-haired girl began to go berserk.

And as if resonating with this power, the shadow power within Yumo’s body also began to lose control, becoming like the lava of an active volcano, ready to erupt from her body at any moment.

’What the hell is this?!’

Feeling this madness coming from her soul, Yumo’s eyes unconsciously revealed a strange red light. Yumo unconsciously bit her lip, raised her hand, and pressed it hard against her head, trying to stabilize her increasingly strange inner self.

’What is she doing? Is that a spiritual attack?’

Glancing at the cyan-white energy constantly gathering around her from all directions, Yumo’s eyes narrowed slightly, and a ruthless killing intent overflowed from them.

Seeing a suspicious girl, Yumo wanted to try and exchange blows with her. But it seemed that this girl didn’t speak. Not only that, but he was also trying to cause a resonance with the power within her body? To erode her spiritual will?

’In that case, I don’t need to hold back’

"A consciousness of energy residing in a goddess statue, you want to erode my will? Hey, don’t underestimate people, okay?"

After scolding, Yumo’s crimson sword suddenly slashed towards the short-haired girl’s body.

Yumo’s boundless shadow force and vast spiritual power were suddenly unleashed, breaking free from their restraints. In an instant, the surging cyan-white shadow aura was shattered by Yumo’s soul power, and the entire consciousness space was enveloped and covered by Yumo’s crimson power.

Knowing the danger of her opponent, Yumo had no intention of giving her the chance to counterattack. She immediately activated the crimson energy, gathering it on her magic sword.

The next moment, Yumo ruthlessly slashed her sword. The dense sword aura and the arrogant shadow power merged into a crescent-shaped energy slash, tearing apart the space and suddenly attacking the short-haired girl.

As expected, with the roar of the energy blade, the short-haired girl’s body was cut in half at the waist in the next moment. Under Yumo’s disdainful gaze, she collapsed and disintegrated, turning into the purest cyan-white energy particles in the sky.

"Tch, that’s it..." Yumo muttered disdainfully.

At the same time, she also felt a sense of relief in her heart. Yumo was too lazy to think about who or what that girl was.

’Anyway, with the disappearance of that girl, this incident was finally settled. Afterward, I would first stop the abyssal demons in the city from killing all the human warriors.’

’As for the allied forces inside and outside Anvika, I do not have the intention to kill them all. After eliminating a few of the biggest threats, I still needed to leave a few survivors. After all, only those who had witnessed this disaster and survived could better spread fear among the people’

’This way, those survivors and those who knew about the Holy War would no longer dare to oppose me...’

Thinking of this, Yumo smiled faintly and slowly raised her hand, preparing to destroy this spiritual space and complete the final step of her plan.

...

’Huh?!?!’

’No, something’s wrong?!?!’

’Behind me?!?!’

However, just as Yumo was about to destroy the spiritual space with a single sword, an indescribable strange aura suddenly intruded into the girl’s perception. There were no energy fluctuations, but Yumo felt an unprecedented huge pressure, causing her entire body to tremble uncontrollably.

This was a sense of oppression coming from the depths of her soul. The shadow power within Yumo’s body even began to tremble uncontrollably.

Feeling the pressure coming from behind her, Yumo’s expression suddenly changed, and a drop of cold sweat slowly slid down her forehead. For the first time in a long time, Yumo felt a sense of crisis.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Yumo regained consciousness and fiercely bit her teeth, swinging her magic sword towards her back! However, to her surprise, her all-out sword strike was stopped dead in its tracks by an irresistible force, unable to move forward even a millimeter.

At this moment, Yumo also clearly saw the visitor who had appeared behind her. the person was a tall figure shrouded in black fog, the tall fugur’s face indistinguishable. The only thing Yumo could clearly see was the emotionless rainbow-colored pupils. Those eyes were like deep abysses, filled with a chilling coldness and endless spiritual oppression. Just meeting the tall figur’s gaze made Yumo feel fear.

What made Yumo even more uneasy was that her magic sword was not being blocked by anything else, but inexplicably stopped in mid-air, just a few millimeters away from this mysterious person. Not only that, but Yumo was unable to withdraw her sword or even create distance between herself and the person in front of her. It was as if she had lost control of her body.

At the same time, a familiar yet strange hoarse voice echoed in Yumo’s mind.

-"What are you doing, my rebellious child?"-