Golden spiritual energy condensed in Thastrum’s hand, forming a massive fist that came crashing down with world-shaking force. Even before it landed, the overwhelming pressure made it hard for Melvin to breathe.
His face twisted in alarm as hurriedly gathered all his soul mist into a giant Soul Shield.
Boom! The fist slammed into the shield with a deafening crash. Cracks spread across it Instantly, and Melvin was shaken back step after step, black soul mist spilling from the corner of his mouth.
“Impossible! How can your spiritual energy be this strong?” shouted in disbelief.
He could feel that Thastrum’s energy was not just powerful. It carried a sacred aura that suppressed souls, making his defenses crumble.
“Because you’re too weak!” Thastrum replied. The same question, the same answer, spoken from both Melvin and Thastrum.
As soon as Thastrum landed, attacked again. The Gold Cloud Fist came one move after another, each strike aiming to kill.
Golden fist shadows surged toward Melvin like a rising tide, forcing to retreat step by step.
A fear had never known before rose In Melvin’s heart. He had thought Leonel was already the peak of the younger generation, but Thastrum was even stronger.
He tried to use the same trick again, relying on the speed of his soul to launch a sneak attack, but Thastrum’s perception far surpassed Leonel’s. No matter which direction Melvin came from, Thastrum noticed in advance.
“Gold Cloud Fist, Third Form! Gold Thunder Crusher!” Thastrum roared. Golden spiritual energy suddenly mixed with lightning, condensing into a massive thunder fist that smashed toward Melvin.
This punch carried not only overwhelming power but also lightning. which was deadly to the soul.
Melvin knew could not block it. He could only use all his remaining strength to form his final Soul Shield.
Crack! The Soul Shield shattered instantly, and the thunderous fist landed squarely on Melvin. He let out a shrill scream as his soul burned away like paper, scattering into black mist that was quickly consumed by the lightning.
“Yes!” Cheers erupted halfway up the mountain. Cultivators waved their weapons, the despair on their faces replaced by wild joy.
“Thastrum is incredible! He destroyed Melvin with a single punch!”
“Second on the Martial Rankings! No wonder his name is so well known!”
“Kill every Demonic Cultivator and take back Celestia City!”
Aurelius looked at Thastrum standing calmly on the battlefield, tears of excitement welling In his eyes. “Thastrum, well done! Celestia owes you everything.”
Yuliana also revealed a relieved smile, finally able to set worries down.
Leonel’s face brimmed with respect. He clasped his hands together in a respectful bow. “Thastrum‘s strength is unmatched. I’m not even close to your level.”
The Demonic Cultivators’ laughter died at once. Soul Devourer’s expression darkened, murderous intent flickering in his hollow sockets. He had not expected someone this powerful to appear among the younger generation of the level six, and it made his plans much harder to carry out.
Thastrum lifted his gaze to the Soul Devourer, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. “It’s your turn now, Soul Devourer.”
The battlefield fell silent.
Every eye turned toward the Soul Devourer, waiting for the clash to begin. But instead, Soul Devourer let out a sneer, his laugh grating and sharp like broken metal. “A kid dares act so boldly before me?”
Seated high on the massive lion’s head, looked down on Thastrum with open scorn. “You’re not worthy of my hand. I’ll let my man keep you busy instead.”
As his words faded, a figure slowly stepped out from the Demonic Cultivators’ ranks.
She wore a flowing violet dress, beauty breathtaking yet tinged with something eerie. In hand rested a pitch-black flute. She was Lilith, the Soul Devourer’s most trusted lieutenant.
