My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 1008 - 1010: Pure Being

Three figures stood their ground, their immense power restrained by the very laws of this world. Ittorath, however, was an exception; his form flickered, unstable as his purpose neared completion. A faint smile touched his lips as he surveyed the Ouroboros Coil in his grasp, before his gaze sharpened, locking onto Paimon.

"This formidable seal… you are indeed a priestess of my god. Though, a stigmata is not among your blessings."

Paimon averted her eyes, her focus fixed upon the three individuals before them, who exuded an aura of unshakeable courage.

Their auras were so profound, she couldn't begin to fathom their depths. The world itself seemed to groan under their presence, forcing their power down to the seventh class. Any surge beyond that would undoubtedly shatter the planet.

Zhang Dafei surveyed the assembly with palpable disdain.

"I had not recalled how meager the spiritual energy in a lower realm truly is. The very air here is as foul as I remember."

Morticai flexed his flaming wings, his form fluidly compressing until he assumed a human shape, engulfed in divine fire.

"As anticipated for this world. The corruption has festered even deeper than before. Nonetheless, this world shall be cleansed."

Orbitus pointed a finger downwards, his laughter echoing.

"Do you comprehend his words? He intends to annihilate your world. That is the essence of his purification."

The Emperor’s voice was chillingly calm.

"There are but three of you, while we are legion. You stand no chance."

"So many of you," Morticai responded evenly, "yet all I sense is frailty."

"Cease this dawdling and dispatch them," Ittorath rasped, his voice rough.

Damon remained frozen, barely daring to draw a breath. Any being present could annihilate him with trivial ease. This was the domain of the seventh class.

Before he could fully process the unfolding events, Zhang Dafei raised a hand, executing a rapid series of hand seals.

A blinding projectile of light erupted from his mouth.

It struck one of the Demon Lords directly in the forehead.

The Demon Lord’s body convulsed violently, then began to disintegrate. A luminous green soul ripped itself free from his chest, rocketing towards the horizon at an impossible velocity.

In such a swift manner, a seventh-class entity had been vanquished.

Zhang Dafei’s brow furrowed.

"My power is unduly restricted within this world. His soul managed to escape capture."

A heavy silence descended upon the battlefield.

Orbitus shook his head slowly.

"It is unavoidable. The inhabitants of this world are reliant on mana. They possess no means to counter a cultivator. You, conversely, have encountered numerous magic users. The circumstances differ."

A Demon Lord stepped forward, his features contorted with fury.

"Enough. Engage them. All at once."

The sky itself seemed to drown in an overwhelming surge of killing intent.

Auras clashed as a torrent of attacks rained down from every conceivable direction. Spells, divine smites, demonic energies, elven arts – each strike possessed the power to cleave mountains and rend the fabric of space.

The three intruders remained utterly unfazed.

Zhang Dafei stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"They are not entirely incorrect. Our abilities are indeed suppressed to their level. They do possess the capacity to overcome us."

Orbitus smirked, raising his staff high.

"Assuming, of course, that many of them remained."

As the onslaught converged, Morticai raised his hand.

A colossal phoenix-like form materialized, its fiery wings unfurling to form an impenetrable shield around the trio. The ethereal feathers absorbed every incoming attack, instantly burning, tearing, and regenerating.

Then, the wings parted.

Orbitus brought his staff crashing down.

A dazzling burst of magic radiated outward.

It engulfed the entirety of the battlefield.

When the blinding light finally receded, a vast expanse of the sky lay empty.

Only those sufficiently powerful to withstand the spell’s immense force remained.

Seras.

Paimon.

Three Demon Lords.

Kadelas, the Elf King.

And the Headmaster of the Eldorian Magic Academy.

A total of seven individuals.

Seras watched in sheer horror, having just witnessed the world’s preeminent powers vanish in a single, cataclysmic spell.

Orbitus casually tapped a finger against his nose.

"Relax, calm yourselves. I did not slay them. It was merely a teleportation spell. I have displaced them to a considerable distance. Had this world not been somewhat sealed by that goddess, they would be in deep space by now."

Upon hearing Orbitus’s words, Damon felt an overwhelming wave of relief wash over him, so potent that his knees nearly buckled.

His grandfather was gone too, but not to death.

He had braced himself for the worst, fearing he had just witnessed his grandfather perish in that blinding flash. Knowing he was alive, simply somewhere far removed, was enough for the moment.

However, the balance of power had now drastically shifted against them.

"Damn it all," Damon muttered, tightening his grip around Wendy, who stared wide-eyed at the desolate sky.

Paimon raised her hand, conjuring a complex magical seal that hovered in the air between them, resembling an intricate diagram of conflict.

"We must unite our efforts, functioning as a cohesive party. While they may appear overwhelmingly powerful, their strengths are strategically deployed to cover each other’s weaknesses."

She bit her lip, her mind racing with strategic possibilities.

"That flaming bird serves as their healer. However, it also possesses terrifying offensive capabilities and extreme regeneration, making it virtually immortal. If we were to attack, it would readily use its own body to absorb the damage."

Her gaze then turned to Orbitus, who appeared like a mad old man thoroughly enjoying a grand festival.

"The old man is a mage. His casting speed and profound knowledge of magic far surpass our own."

"Hey, little girl, be nice to this old man, and perhaps I'll impart some wisdom to you," Orbitus responded with a cheerful tone.

Paimon, disregarding him, kept her focus on Zhang Dafei.

"That man is peculiar. He is wielding power without drawing upon mana. There's a distinct energy surrounding him. In fact... all of them exhibit strange energy signatures, with the exception of the old man."

"Oi, oi, little girl, not bad. Not bad at all," Orbitus chuckled. "This old man is a wizard, so I primarily utilize mana. I can tap into one other type, but I prefer to remain loyal to mana. The flaming chicken is a pure being that harnesses aether, though it has the capacity to use mana if it chooses. And it is, in a manner of speaking, immortal. If someone like you intended to slay it, you would require corruption, or to be significantly more powerful than it, or to obliterate its soul. And you most certainly do not possess that caliber of magic."

He guffawed loudly, clearly relishing the moment.

"And little Zhang over there is a Qi user. He cultivates the path to immortality. That presents an entirely different challenge. He does possess some knowledge of aether, apparently to counteract heart demons or some such thing. Cultivators are indeed strange."

Morticai pressed a hand to his temple.

"Why are you explaining our abilities to them?" he inquired through gritted teeth.

Orbitus appeared genuinely offended.

"What? We are going to eliminate them anyway."