Wizard: Stronger through Marriage Chapter 1216 - 563: Purgatory Trap_2

David locked eyes on the core of the rift, where the towering figure of the Pillar God’s avatar was being torn apart, yet still emanating a potent aura of destruction.

It was greedy and wild, like an insatiable beast, endlessly devouring both life and space.

"Now."

David whispered softly as he took a deep breath of the frost-clad, bone-chilling wind, "Use your devouring power to send you to the true hell."

He hurled the ice crystal held in his hand into the center of the rift. The small gem, infused with countless sacred secret techniques of the Star Pupil Race and the power of time ripples, instantly radiated a supremely blue glow.

The glow instantly cut through the darkness like a blade, violently colliding with the dark purple energy released by the Pillar God’s avatar.

Immediately, a narrow yet extraordinarily resilient transparent pathway was torn open, carving a radiant blue arc through the chaotic gap of black and purple.

This pathway seemed like the only survival gateway between two worlds, yet it also served as an unbreakable prison — a strategic trap laid specifically for this hungry magical beast.

In the distance, the ice-winged forces roared through the clouds, their iron-clad, scale-like wings vibrating the air and stirring icy frost waves.

They landed on the frozen sand dunes, their steps firm and swift, each step echoing with heavy sounds akin to an iron hoof declaring an unyielding vow against fate across the desolate wilderness.

Reina stood at the command platform of the military camp, her expression solemn but her gaze fierce.

She controlled complex barriers and space arrays with totems, every rune flickering slightly, resonating with the dimensional rift, guiding energy to the designated area in preparation for the impending disaster.

"We cannot fail."

Her tone was firm, "This concerns not only our fate but also the future of the entire Star Pupil Race."

The soldiers stood solemnly, their faces determined, some gripping long spears, others stroking war bows, those cold patterns forming a thin frost layer due to the environment, yet unable to conceal the burning unextinguishable flames in their eyes — to protect the homeland and counter darkness, their only belief at this moment.

A massive force began surging at the edge of the rift.

The Pillar God’s avatar realized the suddenly appeared and irresistible pulling force, its previously rampant anger momentarily reduced to a trace of confusion.

But soon, it roared in fury, using its arms to violently strike the pathway’s edge in an attempt to break free from the restraint, its bones sinister and sharp, imbued with a chilling undead evil.

Yet, every collision was rebounded and dissipated by the surrounding barrier runes, leaving only an ear-splitting echo.

"Lure the enemy into the snare!!" David’s voice was low and powerful, his brows furrowed, his entire body tensed to prepare for any sudden change, "Using its inherent instincts to send this demon into the icy purgatory!"

As the space chain lengthened, the hungry magical beast was gradually forced to retreat along the pathway, every step taken causing sharp stone fragments to fall and intense virtual breath fluctuations.

It opened its blood-red maw to suck the life essence from the surrounding air, yet it sank deeper and deeper, unable to extricate itself, like a giant beast surrounded by numerous hunting dogs, forced into a desperate situation losing its ability to resist.

The castle outline gradually appeared, a long-standing yet still gloomy and chilling large military base, constructed from moss-covered rocks and adorned with numerous sharp, bone-chilling carvings bearing mysterious totems and soul guardian symbols.

"This is its final resting place."

Reina whispered, "Our opportunity is here, all troops on guard!"

With the sound of the final sprinting charge echoing, the remnant soldiers converging from all directions clashed their armor, wielding blade spears or equipped with ancient magical artifacts, each person’s movements swift and precise, showcasing the utmost coordination of life and death teamwork.

No matter friend or foe, at this moment, all heartbeats seemingly resonated in step, amassing all strength and courage for the imminent battle...

The night was as dark as ink.

The cold wind howled across the wilderness.

Kicking up countless fine snowflakes.

Dancing in the sky.

David stood atop the ice-sealed cliff.

His eyes glimmering with cold light.

His figure was illuminated exceptionally clearly by the blue glimmer of the Dimension Ice Crystal.

The air was filled with a piercing chill.

Interwoven with the deep purple-black radiance emitted by the spatial rift, forming a breathtaking scene.

The Pillar God’s avatar was like a trapped beast.

Frantically struggling within the dimensional passage.

Its twisted massive body covered with dark purple scales.

Every wave it made brought about earth-shaking roars and fierce energy fluctuations.

The edge of the spatial rift.

The large barrier array cast by Reina, shimmering with rune brilliance, firmly sealed the pathway.

Driving the magical beast into the prelaid trap.

The soldiers were arranged orderly.

They donned heavy armor.

Their faces were painted with frost runes.

The gems embedded in their armor shimmered like stars in the night sky.

In the faint torchlight, radiating a cold blue hue.

Their expressions were resolute.

Occasionally exchanging low whispers of tactics.

Each one understood.

This was not just a battle.

But a crucial life-and-death showdown.

David tightly gripped the longsword in his hand.

The blade glistened with clear cold light.

He began to stride forward.

Step by step guiding the Pillar God’s avatar into the spatial trap.

As his gaze met the blood-red pupils of the Pillar God’s avatar.

An invisible pressure rushed towards him.

Yet his brow only held determination and fearlessness.

The distant roars echoed.

That was the command from the remnants under the Hell Lord’s forces.

They rode on massive black-winged flying beasts, descending slowly.

In this desolate wilderness, they left behind resolute and heavy footsteps.

These soldiers’ eyes gleamed with a chilling murderous intent.

Their weapons shone brightly under the fading torchlight.

Every movement embodied an unyielding resolve against the fate of destruction.

Reina stood atop the command platform of the military camp.

Her brows furrowed, but her gaze was steady.

She quickly and precisely touched the large array covered in runes.

They emitted a crisp and powerful echo.

Resonating strongly with the space rifts in the distance.

"The chains are about to close."

She said softly.

"Everyone prepare for the final push!"

The air suddenly tensed.

As if thunderous roars might burst forth anytime, causing everyone to hold their breath.

The divine avatar swung its bone claws to fiercely strike the barrier.

Each attack triggered an explosive bloom of surrounding runes.

But these attacks were easily blocked and rebounded by the sturdy array.

Gradually exhausting its last strength and patience.

"Patience!"

David shouted.

He stomped through the snow, accelerating forward fiercely.

As precisely and swiftly as a leopard pouncing.

He lifted his sword to sweep horizontally.

Drawing a sharp Sword Qi into the pathway’s core.

The blue-white arc sliced through the darkness.

Making the entire space slightly brighter and clearer.

"With your inherent devouring power,

Push this Demon into the abyss we’ve prepared!"

The soul chains slowly unfurl from the camp’s main hall.

Encircled by a large soul barrier formed from the Star Pupil Race Saint’s bloodline.

Like a giant net, it firmly tightened around the entire area.

The chain gradually extended.

Dragging the divine avatar step by step toward the final cage—

A realm permanently frozen, interwoven with magic backlash and soul-binding power.

The soldiers raised their weapons simultaneously.

They launched a defensive counterattack against the enemy with thunderous momentum.

Each sword swing brought forth a chilling wind blade.

Mages chanted spells.

Channeling elemental energy to gush forth.

Continuously suppressing the enemy’s offensive.

In this extremely harsh environment and the ever-approaching edge of death.

The human will was as indestructible as iron.

However.

At this moment.

From the dark end of the wilderness, several figures suddenly emerged quietly.

Their movements were cunning and swift.

Like phantoms silently weaving through the shadows at the camp’s edge.

These assassins had pale and cold faces.

Their eyes burning with cruel flames—

They were waiting for the perfect moment to unleash a deadly trap.

Planting an unpredictable new variable for the entire battle...

David sensed something amiss.

His eyes suddenly sharpened.

He slightly tilted his head towards those faintly visible figures in the distance.

A hint of coldness flashed between his brows: "It seems.

It’s not over yet."

He took a deep breath.

Focused once again on maneuvering the soul chains.

Each time his fingers lightly tapped, the runes shot out dazzling stars.

Billowing flames and extreme frost intertwined, forming a strange spectacle.