Wizard: Stronger through Marriage Chapter 1251 - 581: Awakening of the Pseudo-God

David stood at the center of the pitch-black and eerie battlefield, gazing at the figure of the Duke suspended at the top of the altar, surrounded by countless runes twisted wildly.

His entire body of Spiritual Power shone with the dazzling brilliance of the Seven-Ring Limit, a powerful Spiritual Power acquired through countless life-and-death tempering and trials.

Like a clear torrent, it surged through every nerve within him, every breath driving the firm and strong rhythm of external and internal energy.

At this moment, he condensed the "Life Deprivation" arcane, newly refined and incorporating the essence of the vine python tactic, into a sharp invisible spike.

This spike, like a blade of the spirit, transformed into a blinding light in the void, seeping and disintegrating the core key point of the Duke’s soul link under the dark altar.

David took a deep breath, putting his entire will into this fatal strike, knowing it was the only chance to block the Duke from merging the "Final Blood Demon Core," a crucial moment to instantly reverse the situation.

He concentrated with all his might, feeling the spike grow sharper, invisible yet hard as steel, penetrating the evil link networks spreading through the space.

Just as he was about to successfully disrupt the opponent’s soul link and steal control of the fusion core, the Duke suddenly curled his lips into a chilling sinister smile.

That smile ferocious and mocking, as if he had long anticipated this moment, yet deliberately lured the opponent into a trap.

"Foolish human..." His voice was low and frigid, like a curse spewing from the Hell Abyss, "You think a mere amount of Spiritual Power can shake me?

Today, I will let you understand what ’Blood Prison Backlash’ truly means!"

Before his words finished, he abruptly halted some of the attracting power, releasing an abnormal dark light upon the people bound and floating with their crimson remains.

That dark light seemed to come from the deepest point of the world core, a filthy, corrosive ripple with a nature of corrupt curse, its speed surpassing thought, piercing through the void in an instant to strike where Alia was!

Alia was persisting, using her final strength to delay time, feeling the sudden strange aura coming head-on, she instantly changed color.

Her eyes flickered with terror, trying to defend but unable to form a valid shield due to internal injuries and broken origins.

With a deadly tearing sound, the dark curse pierced through her chest and body as if a venomous snake had suddenly bitten her vitals.

Dark red blood marks spread and diffused, forming an uncontrollable and violently spreading ominous corrosive aura around her, a deadly strike from the ’Blood Prison Backlash’!

Alia screamed miserably, her face changed rapidly, from resolute to the brink of death.

Her frail body trembled unstoppably, all her veins twisted into a bright and dark interwoven unstable rune, life origins suddenly disrupted, like a wilting, decaying flower teetering before a storm!

This sudden cruel blow completely disrupted David’s precise deployment.

He only saw Alia fall into shadow, her eyes burning with a flame of faith and pain intertwined, gradually dimming, an ominous energy seemed to burn away all hope and resistance will, making his heart explode suddenly!

Fury almost turned into a raging flame burning in his chest, he roared: "Damn it! You Demon, is this your means?!"

David gripped his magic staff tightly, all muscles tense, pushing the Seven-Ring Spiritual Power to the limit again.

This time, it was not merely for attack, but a kind of protection until death — protecting the ally, who was still persisting and guarding the ground despite imminent demise, buying them time and hope.

The air shook violently because of his rage, every subtle movement trembled the surrounding space incessantly.

His eyes were blood-red, delivering an unwavering determination as he confronted the Duke — even facing unprecedented peril, he would not retreat half a step!

At this moment, the mocking smile on the Duke’s face intensified; he seemed to have foreseen all this, even if faced with interference, he had set backup plans to crush the counterattack.

He waved his hand, raising a vortex-like storm of chaos, continuously devouring the incoming spirit blade, while releasing surging evil power attempting to erode David’s soul defenses, putting it under maximum pressure, nearing the brink of collapse.

But David struggled with resolute conviction, allowing no fear to invade his mind.

He knew if this game failed, it wouldn’t just lead him to fall into irreversible ruin, but would also plunge the entire multiverse realm into eternal catastrophe!

The unstable ripples caused by the clash of these mighty powers continually expanded, tearing the surrounding space into myriad fragmented pieces, quickly reassembling into a more perilous complex structure, like a giant beast swallowing life-and-death cycles, mercilessly devouring all energy and hope near it...

The terrifying oppressive atmosphere condensed in the air almost froze time, the dark core at the top of the altar emitted a gloomy and cold light, pulsing ceaselessly like the heart of the Abyss.

The Duke’s hideous twisted figure swayed against the scarlet rune’s glow, his chanting voice growing increasingly frantic, with every breath seemingly tearing the entire space.

He swung his hands, controlled the dark energy, madly devouring the sacrificial blood and souls.

Alia fell to the ground, her body riddled with scars, her blood vessels flickering with faint and unstable red light.

Her breath flickered like a candle in the wind, each breath bringing a piercing chill.

Her eyes gradually lost focus, but the burning unending battle spirit within her erupted with astonishing persistence at the final moment.