Celestial Bloodline Chapter 964: Ahhhh! Die! Die!

Azazeal observed the mayhem silently for what felt like an eternity, watching as the far-off glow, engulfed by shadows, vanished into nothingness.

Detecting the sinister dark energy, even the corrupted beasts—shapeless entities spawned from tainted natural forces, lurking exclusively in the highest skies of the Celestial Realm where energy density peaked—plunged downward, lured by the corrupting force that boosted their power.

They dove into the shadows, chasing and shredding the flesh of Celestials.

With the chaos stretching on, the Celestial Realm's ground transformed into a vast sea of crimson blood, spilling from the writhing forms dragged into the gloom by shadowy tentacles.

The sharp, metallic scent of blood saturated the atmosphere as hordes of Celestials fled in wild panic.

Only at that moment did Azazeal seem pleased.

Softly humming, he advanced and seized a nearby Celestial ensnared by the dark tendrils, clamping their throat and yanking their flailing body upward. He bent close, murmuring in a hushed tone.

"Why... didn’t... you run? Hehe..."

"Run to another, higher realm? Hmm?"

"Just like after you dug out my power?"

In the oppressive darkness limiting sight to mere feet, the fissures across his skin appeared utterly sinister and ghostly. He spared no thought for his victims' identities. To him, any creature with the slightest malice was utterly abhorrent and repulsive.

They were all merely another Nathaniel.

Each soul he claimed only heightened his thirst for blood and craving for ruin. Yet this time, before ending the Celestial whose pleading gaze begged for pity, a dark-robed form crashed into him from the flank, flinging him far away amid a cold voice.

"You actually have the nerve to face me without unleashing your whole power!"

Kyle seethed with genuine fury.

Even that scum Nathaniel had pushed Azazeal to release more power than this!

As if Kyle was just a trivial pest, an annoying insect not deserving Azazeal’s full might!

The figure who tumbled after slamming into Azazeal and sending him flying gasped raggedly, face smeared with tears and snot. He clambered desperately to escape, ignoring everyone, only to get caught again by the black tendrils.

He screamed for aid before collapsing unconscious from pure dread. Beside him, Yizhe—who had even retracted the energy upholding the Bridge of Divinity to flee—shuddered violently, face twisting in shock as the distant trail of icy blue light halted before him, revealing Kyle’s recognizable features.

’I’m... I’m hallucinating, right?’

’How can Kyle be here?!’

Muttering to himself, he refused to trust his eyes glued to the figure shrouded in otherworldly radiance. The more he gazed, the greater terror warped his expression.

In time, every hair on him bristled as a chilling insight hit—the deeper he peered into the frigid Celestial aura wrapping the man, the more intense the compulsion to kneel before Kyle and offer his life. And this without Kyle even glancing his way, let alone aiming power at him!

’Fuck! I should have truly run away! Now, even if I escaped that dark-robed man, how am I supposed to survive Kyle—someone who has grown strong enough to battle what even so many of us could not?!’

Yizhe yearned to weep—and he did. Tears poured freer upon realizing the true nature of those red streaks pursuing the chill glow. As they halted encircling Kyle’s airborne form, every nearby Celestial distinctly saw their matching faces.

Far away, Azazeal’s body—hurled alongside the duplicate that had collided with him—issued a chilling laugh that froze spines. The purple slits of his eyes grew darker, skin cracks widening further.

His voice pierced the air shrilly as he bounded to his feet in an instant, glaring at Kyle with manic intensity.

"Ahhhh! Die! Die!"

His eyes flashed with a strange gleam, as though the towering man floating in cold light was now unrecognizable.

Then, they clashed once more.

This round, the jet-black eyes locked on Kyle blazed with such fury and wrath they appeared to weep blood. Though Kyle’s silver soul held no shadow, his constant meddling—like a persistent gnat in Azazeal’s way—ignited an overwhelming impulse to rip him apart and let darkness consume his soul, forcing a guttural roar.

The atmosphere exploded with thunderous might.

Seven against one.

Yet, to the stunned awe of those barely conscious onlookers, the solitary warrior at the clash’s heart stood firm against the seven duplicate foes! Not even their combined efforts could achieve it—hell, they couldn’t manage a single one!

Many, Yizhe included, knew Kyle. Some from Celestial Realm rumors. Others had joined Yizhe’s hunt to slay him and seize his icy power.

Those emerald eyes slicing like daggers through the gloom. The glowing silver mane. The imposing stature emanating strength beyond their wildest dreams.

How had this Celestial, hunted with Yizhe, surged to such dominance so swiftly...? Shockingly, his frame revealed he remained exceedingly young!

Was it the treasure Yizhe claimed he stole after razing the ancient temple?

The treasure that was Yizhe’s?

No—how could any treasure grant such rapid might?! If Yizhe possessed such a divine artifact, why wasn’t he invincible too?! Clearly, Yizhe had deceived them! Doubts swirled in their heads, but no resolutions emerged.

They could merely spectate, beseeching Kyle’s victory over the seven clones while fighting the shadows devouring their strength—which now began feasting on their very flesh!

Blood gathered around them, staining the earth in a savage, profound crimson hue.