Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 778 - 353: One Punch, Blown to Bits (Part 4)

Malaki's seven-pronged assault dissolved completely in front of the light beam, melting away like candles beneath a scorching sun.

The light beam surged onward, boring straight through Malaki’s chest and carving a bottomless cavity in its path.

"Aaaah——!"

A bloodcurdling howl burst from Malaki, his seven heads writhing in utter torment.

The enormous gash in his chest decayed swiftly, expanding visibly before their eyes.

Bradish leaped into the fray too, with endless fleshy tendrils coiling toward Chai Ye’s limbs like those of a giant octopus.

These tendrils were packed with the grudges of millions of souls, every one alive with its own wicked intent and hatred.

"Is that all you’ve got?"

Chai Ye scoffed with contempt, beating all six wings at once.

The razor-sharp wing edges cut through the air, carving out six deep black rifts.

Acting like keen blades, these rifts chopped off the majority of the tentacles in a flash.

On the ground, the cut tentacles thrashed wildly, spewing thick black fluid from their stumps.

That fluid boasted potent corrosive properties, eroding physical matter while tainting the soul itself.

Chai Ye paid it no mind whatsoever, whirling its six arms like a savage grinder to shred any approaching flesh.

Even scarier still, every strike stoked its battle lust further, driving its strength ever higher.

The fight's intensity swelled without end.

Malaki, gritting through the searing agony in his chest, called forth his Legion of Original Sin.

From the void poured hordes of warped shapes, victims once tormented to death, now nothing but clumps of raw hatred.

Aggatha unleashed her full domain of corrosion, causing all in view to fester at breakneck speed.

Bradish ballooned his meaty form without limit, aiming to overwhelm Chai Ye through overwhelming mass alone.

His body fragmented into millions of separate entities, each wielding unique assault tactics and abilities.

This clash made the whole Soul Abyss quake violently.

Chai Ye’s strikes rent open space itself, etching lasting wounds into the emptiness.

The Supreme Apostles’ counterattacks proved just as horrifying, their powers twisting reality and turning the zone into a hellish warzone.

Were this showdown in the Main World, its ripples would erase entire star systems across light-years.

Even modest stars would shatter to powder from such colossal force clashes.

Still, the fight's outcome remained crystal clear.

Chai Ye fought with wild ferocity matched by flawless precision.

Rather than raw might alone, it fused overwhelming strength with masterful technique.

Its three dragon heads operated on their own, tackling foes from all angles with perfect teamwork;

The six arms whirled together seamlessly, blending attack and guard into a flawless war machine;

Every wing beat whipped up spatial tempests, effortlessly countering incoming threats.

Most chilling of all was Chai Ye’s regenerative prowess.

Enemy hits barely registered, as wounds sealed in moments and each scar ignited fiercer battle rage.

"You dare challenge me with such paltry skills?"

Chai Ye’s left dragon head clamped onto one of Malaki’s heads, wrenching hard to rip it clean off.

Golden dragon blood blended with the Apostle’s green ichor, twisting into a grotesque helix midair.

At the same instant, the middle dragon head slammed a fist into Aggatha’s chest.

Like a shot cannonball, the Corrosion Mother’s form hurtled backward, trailing green mist through the void.

The right dragon head gaped wide, swallowing the bulk of Bradish’s body whole.

A despairing cry rang from the flesh construct, its surviving tendrils flailing desperately yet trapped in the dragon’s jaws.

The clash dragged on for an indeterminable span, but Chai Ye’s dominance grew ever clearer.

Injuries marred it heavily, with the left dragon head largely eaten away by Malaki’s poison.

Aggatha’s acids had melted two of its six wings, while Bradish’s meat strikes gashed its frame.

But such damage only fueled its berserk fury.

Its foes, however, teetered on the brink:

Three heads gone from Malaki’s seven, the survivors hanging by a thread;

Aggatha’s form rotted far worse than normal, hurtling toward total collapse;

Bradish clung to under a third of his mass, mounting only the weakest resistance.

"Enough!"

Maggs at last stepped in, halting the spiraling "internal conflict" that had spun out of control.

Black strands burst forth from his frame in droves, flooding the battlefield instantly.

Though they looked fragile, the threads brimmed with horrifying might.

Not even Chai Ye could slip free of their grasp.

Beyond binding the flesh, the strands latched onto something far deeper.

"It’s always like this, Chai Ye."

Maggs’ "voice" dripped with clear weariness and resignation:

"Can’t you stay calm for a moment? We’re already miserable as prisoners, must we slaughter each other?"