My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 1009 - 1011: The Powers Of Morticai

"Enough talk."

Zhang Dafei's gaze turned stern, and with a push from his flying sword, he propelled himself forward like a beam of light.

A roar answered him from a demon lord, who charged to meet the attack. A colossal axe materialized above, cleaving downward with a world-shattering boom. The very fabric of space fractured like brittle glass under the immense force.

"Do not dare to underestimate the Demon Continent, you invader!"

The demon lord thrust out a hand, his form ballooning into a monstrous, demonic silhouette as he punched Zhang Dafei from mid-air. Zhang attempted to erect a defensive barrier, but the blow obliterated it, sending him crashing into the ground with enough impact to carve a deep crater into the earth.

Blood trickled from Zhang Dafei’s lips.

He swiped it away with his forearm, a faint smile touching his features.

"Moments like this make me truly wish I had pursued body cultivation," he murmured.

He lifted his hand and produced a talisman.

"Beasts of the demon race are formidable regardless of location... even here in a lesser realm. However, I have vanquished demon kin far more potent than yourself."

The instant the talisman materialized, the demon lord sensed its presence.

His magical flow began to falter.

Then, the talisman shot forth, affixing itself to his wrist.

Immediately, his power plummeted. His raw strength. His blinding speed. Every aspect of his being was halved.

"What... is this?"

Zhang Dafei let out a scoff.

"You have never encountered a demon-suppressing talisman before? These are quite common and sold for a pittance in the marketplaces of my homeland."

Before the demon lord could even begin to process these words, Zhang vanished from sight.

He reappeared directly before the demon lord’s face.

The gleaming tip of his sword made contact with the demon lord’s forehead.

And that marked the conclusion.

His soul was utterly extinguished.

So swiftly, a demon lord met his demise.

Zhang Dafei pivoted, scanning for the movements of his allies, and observed Morticai ascending rapidly into the sky. High above, Seras and the elf king Kadelas Moonveil were locked in a ferocious aerial engagement. Their battle climbed ever higher, a race towards the planet's frigid upper atmosphere.

Zhang Dafei clicked his tongue.

"It appears he is poised to unleash that spell once more."

As if responding to his observation, the heavens ignited.

A second sun blazed into existence overhead.

A searing, white inferno unfurled across the sky above the Demon Continent. Waves of flame stretched for leagues. The ocean below began to violently boil. Clouds evaporated in mere seconds.

Damon involuntarily shut his eyes against the overwhelming brilliance.

Upon reopening them, the world appeared significantly subdued.

A heavy impact resonated nearby.

He turned, witnessing Seras hurtle to the ground adjacent to him and Wendy. Her body was coated in scorched blood, her breathing labored and shallow. Not far off, Kadelas crashed into the remnants of a temple, his vital aura flickering weakly.

Damon’s gaze swept back toward the ongoing conflict.

Only Paimon remained actively engaged in combat.

Orbitus had transmuted the remaining demon lords into mere beasts. One was trapped helplessly, hopping about as a frog. Another flapped futilely, reduced to a common chicken.

A pang of dread gripped Damon’s heart.

Morticai descended from the sky amidst a tempest of fire, his vast wings unfurled as he moved to strike the finishing blow against Seras.

"You have been seared by my immortal flames. Now you must—"

He ceased speaking mid-utterance.

His attention abruptly shifted.

Not towards Damon.

But towards Wendy.

The feathers surrounding his eyes quivered, betraying an instinctive, primal reaction.

"By the grace of the great god Obamion... I have finally found you."

His voice deepened, transforming into a tone both icy and profoundly reverent.

"Filthy, impure abomination... masquerading among the divinely chosen."

As Morticai uttered these damning words, Damon distinctly felt Wendy’s hands begin to tremble.

This was not animosity born of comprehension.

Morticai held no knowledge of her.

He harbored hatred simply due to her existence.

In his eyes, she was not a sentient being. She was a hideous deformity that had adopted human guise. Something utterly vile. A creature that should never have been brought into this world.

Seras struggled to rise, her sword providing meager support.

"Run... Damon, you must flee," she gasped out.

She dissolved into a flash of light and rematerialized above Morticai, plunging her blade directly through his form.

He made no attempt to evade the strike.

He willingly allowed the sword to pierce him.

Then, his colossal, fiery claws ripped into Seras in retaliation, catching her entirely off guard. He flung her away as if she were a discarded, broken plaything.

Morticai descended, his immense form contracting into a human shape, marked by a radiant phoenix sigil emblazoned upon his forehead. He advanced deliberately towards Wendy.

She trembled uncontrollably, seeking refuge behind Damon.

Escape was imperative.

But to where could they possibly flee?

Damon could feel it distinctly. The very space around them was sealed shut. Teleportation was rendered entirely impossible. And even if they could somehow break free, how could their meager speed possibly rival Morticai’s? The phoenix possessed the ability to traverse distances at the speed of light. Damon’s utmost velocity was barely a fraction of the speed of sound.

He thrust out his hand. Shadows surged forward like an unleashed deluge, colliding with Morticai. Simultaneously, Damon seized Wendy’s hand, attempting a desperate flight.

Then, a chilling sensation struck him.

A profound sense of weightlessness.

Damon turned his head.

His arm was no longer attached.

The hand still gripping Wendy’s wrist remained affixed to her, its fingers locked tight, as crimson blood sprayed violently from the severed stump originating at his shoulder.

He watched in utter horror as Morticai continued his advance, his face a mask of cold, impassive indifference.

"I loathe the impure who disrupt the established order. Yet, even more so, I despise those who extend their protection to such beings."

His gaze was fixed intently on Damon.

"If you disavow this disgraceful act and kill her, I will spare your life. You have been blessed by a genuine deity, as magnificent as the great Lord Obamion. Redemption is still within your reach. As a creature of purity, I cannot tolerate impurity."

Damon let out a sharp breath, his eyes darting towards Wendy.

She responded with a slight shake of her head.

It wasn't a refusal.

Instead, it was an unspoken plea for him to agree.

For once, she implored him not to be defiant, not to let pride dictate his actions. It was crucial that at least one of them survived.

Damon took a step forward, meeting Morticai's gaze directly.

"Go to hell."

Morticai's expression remained impassive.

"Then perish."

One of his feathers detached, instantly morphing into a searing blade that hurtled towards Damon.

Just before impact, someone shoved Damon out of the way.

Morticai's attention swiveled to Wendy.

"Are you in such a hurry to die?"

He advanced.

Damon didn't even register the moment the feather struck; all he heard was the gruesome snap of her spine as she was flung backward into the debris.

"Wendy!!!"

Morticai raised his hand, preparing to deliver the final blow to Damon—

A flash of silver light sliced across the chaotic scene.

Kadelas erupted from the rubble.

"I'm not dead yet!"

He collided with Morticai, and the two vanished into a maelstrom of dust and fire.

Damon scrambled towards Wendy, retrieving the most potent potion in his possession. He poured it into her mouth.

It had no effect.

His eyes widened in alarm. He produced more, unstopping and administering them with growing desperation.

Still, nothing changed.

Then, her hand weakly lifted, halting his frantic efforts.

She shook her head.

Blood stained her lips.

A faint smile graced her features as Damon's surroundings began to blur.

Her trembling hand reached out, brushing against his cheek.

"Are... you crying?"

It was only then that Damon became aware of the warmth on his face and the watery distortion of his vision; his own tears were falling.