Chapter 317
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In the sky, the mist of dusk seemed to have sensed the will of its master and began to gather together. Thick waves of curse power gathered into countless tornadoes and turned into the Spear of Chaos as the black-haired boy moved.
It was an invincible blade that could erode and shatter anything in its path. It was an unstoppable wind of destruction. When the power of the heavens descended, the surrounding space seemed to have solidified. Countless wind blades whistled towards Prister as if they were responding to each other.
Facing the attack from the [Six Calamities] that was difficult to defend against, Prister's skinny body seemed to have returned to his prime under the replenishment of curse power. He raised his long staff, and countless elves flashed around him. The galaxy seemed to have reversed at this moment, and the white light that devoured everything reappeared in the world.
A fierce battle took place in St. Freya Academy. The curse power that devoured each other collided with each other. Luo Ya, who had the help of the witch's blood and Lillian, could feel that he was stronger than ever. The abundant curse power supported him, and it was even stronger than when he received Pei Tela's blessing.
The golden pupils of the boy floating in the sky lit up like candlelight amidst the vibrations of the Source Form. He reached out his palm, and the [Crown Stone] that he released with all his might seemed to have released an ancient monster into the world. In the haze, a vague figure appeared in the sky. It was a giant whose face could not be seen clearly, and it was also the one who summoned the dead in the ancient records.
The moment he saw the yellow figure in the sky, Prister's eyes lit up. He finally understood what Luo Ya was relying on.
"Is this the basis for your arrogant words? The legendary monster that destroyed many ancient civilizations, one of the messengers of the Mother Goddess — the Wind Summoner. That is indeed a synonym for terror. "
Prister looked up at the giant monster that was formed by the endless wind and said so. He then looked down at the boy in front of him.
"The power of the [Crown Stone], as well as your miraculous spell that allowed you to stack the power of those with the same bloodline to surpass the third level of Source Rank is indeed beyond my expectations, but … who gave you the misconception that reaching the third level of Source Rank can threaten me?"
"Origin Rank 3. You're only qualified to stand in front of me."
The old man's voice thundered as he raised his staff. White radiance burst forth, dispersing the innumerable wind blades before they could reach him. The wind spears that converged into tornadoes in the sky also crumbled. Plist, displaying his full destructive power, stared straight at the blurry silhouette in the sky with shining eyes, fearless like a king.
That's right. Even if he had fallen and lost his glory, Priest's power as the king of the human race still hadn't changed at all. They were the wealth that the old man had accumulated over countless years, the experience he had accumulated through countless life-and-death battles. These were things that others couldn't take away no matter what method they used.
"No matter how similar it is, this isn't the monster's real body. Although I don't know how you managed to block my attack with this turbid wind, it's meaningless if you can't hurt me."
The black-robed old man looked at Luo Ya and shook his head, as if he had already seen the outcome of this battle of attrition. However, the youth with long black hair fluttering in the wind didn't seem to care.
Unable to cause any damage, was that really the case?
"Haven't you noticed, Priestly?"
"What?"
"My wind didn't block your attack. It faded away because it should have faded away."
The black-haired youth calmly told the truth. The King of Curses furrowed his brows visibly as if he had caught onto some important information.
Luo Ya didn't mind the old man's reaction. He extended his hand and a swirling airflow condensed in his palm. Gazing at the airflow that carried the howling of the wind, the black-haired youth spoke calmly.
"Priestly, you said that I'm arrogant, but aren't you the same?"
"Since ancient times, how many civilizations have collapsed in front of the Wind Summoners? Countless mythical creatures with supernatural powers far superior to humans couldn't escape their misfortune. You are indeed powerful, but why do you think you're an exception?"
The continuous questioning echoed in the old man's ears. But before Priestly could speak, an unprecedented weakness suddenly appeared in his body.
Clang!
As the lantern fell to the ground, the King of Curses widened his eyes due to his blurred vision. He looked at his arm in disbelief and realized that his well-maintained arms were now covered in wrinkles and withered like tree bark.
"This is …!"
"… In front of the Wind Summoners, everything is equal because what they blow away is time."
The black-haired youth calmly revealed the answer. On the opposite side, the old man's expression changed drastically. He finally understood why the curses couldn't reach Luo Ya.
Under the erosion of time, even a powerful attack that could destroy the [Ten Cities] would vanish due to the overflow of magic elements. This was an unchangeable law.
"Priestly, you've lost. You've lost to our race."
Looking down at the old man who was rapidly weakening on the ground, Luo Ya calmly said those words without any doubt. However, those words of victory froze the King of Curses' body and aroused his endless rage.
"I've lost? Heh, heh heh, you're the first one who dares to say that in front of me. "
"I see. So this is the [Six Calamities]? It's indeed an almost unstoppable power. But I've said it before. Any Level 3 Source-Rank skill is not unbreakable in front of me! "
"You're not a real Wind Summoner. There is a limit to this dusk-colored space after all. It's within this dream enchantment, right? Then we just have to destroy this enchantment! "
The King of Curses, whose body was rapidly aging, roared. At this critical moment, his countless experiences of surviving from the jaws of death allowed him to quickly make a decision. An unimaginably large amount of curse power erupted from his body without reservation, followed by a violent tremor.
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