161 Ch. 161 'Spiritual Sword Magic'

One of the most powerful magic techniques was sword magic. And the most terrifying sword magic was the spiritual invincible sword magic technique. This technique attracted the surrounding spirits and blends with the four main elements of this world. Once diffused, it creates a beam like a laser light that shoots from the user's palm.

This sword technique is not scary because it can cut anything. On the contrary, it can't cut anything that can be seen with the eye. This sword magic will penetrate these objects when in direct contact with inanimate objects or human bodies.

In other words, this sword technique magic could not kill humans or destroy large objects.

Then what made it so terrifying that it made everyone, both Elementalists, and wizards tremble against this magic technique? Even Uzzarc, who had been able to hide his uneasiness, started breaking out in cold sweat as soon as he realized what kind of magic technique his son was using.

"You… How did you master that technique? It couldn't be that Zephyr taught you?" Without realizing it, his feet began to step backward, trying his best to keep his body from being hit by the magic sword.

Zehell didn't answer at all and focused on the magic swirl above his palm.

He felt his bones begin to crack, and excruciating pain began to run through his entire body. His nose and ears started bleeding because his body still couldn't accommodate the magic power that was increasing above his palms.

"Aren't you afraid to die? Looks like your body no longer could hold it anymore." sneered Uzzarc as he prepared to launch another strike.

Seeing that this terrifying sword magic technique had not been fully mastered by his son made Uzzarc breathe a sigh of relief.

"It is better for me to die than to bear the shame facing my legacy disciple." Zehell hissed as the magic sword technique, started to take shape and became a dazzling white light.

Unwilling to wait for his fate to end tragically, Uzzarc jumped up and dashed toward Zehell to break his concentration. Who would have thought, Zehell had activated the defense array around him so Uzzarc couldn't stop a magic technique that was almost in perfect shape.

Earth elements that were still visible are now invisible and merge to form an orb before the orb shoots into the sky, creating a white laser piercing the heaven.

Uzzarc rapidly moved backward before his son pointed the sword at him. But it was too late for him because the distance was too close to Zehell.

With a movement as fast as lightning, Zehell flung his hand from top to bottom, aiming at his father. He had deliberately slowed the process of refining his magic techniques to get his father closer to him.

As soon as his hand came down, a giant blade in the shape of a white crescent moon rushed towards Uzzarc. Its movement was so fast that it was barely visible, and it was unlucky for the pureblood wizard that he couldn't evade it at all.

The blade shot through his body, creating a surge of energy pressure so powerful it could knock down several trees around them.

Uzzarc's footsteps stopped as soon as the invincible spiritual sword pierced his body before disappearing and blending into one with the air.

Uzzarc's indigo magic circle, which was still appearing under his feet, was now cracking and shattering.

"Uhok!!" Uzzarc vomited blood before he finally fell on the ground.

This was a magic technique that Elementalists and wizards were afraid of. This magic sword did not kill them but destroyed their foundation of cultivation. Neither the elemental power nor the magic they had trained and accumulated would be destroyed without a trace once they came into contact with this magic sword technique.

In other words, that person would become a cripple and no longer be able to cultivate using their potential energy.

Did Zehell win? You could say he won and lost too.

As soon as Uzzarc fell, Zehell's entire body was injured as if it had been cut by hundreds of knives. Blood began to flow, streaking his body from the top of his head to his feet' tips. Surprisingly, he was still standing on his two feet and did not fall.

It's just that his eyes began to dim as if there was no sign of life in there. That's when Zephyr decided to go down to his best friend.

Zephyr swiftly took out two of his indigo magic circles rotating around Zehell's body. Gradually Zehell's wounds closed again, and his internal injuries began to heal progressively.

"You're too reckless. It's not time for you to use invincible spiritual swords yet. It takes two indigo circles to accommodate the power of this magic technique."

"…" Zehell could vaguely hear Zephyr's words, but his vision still didn't return.

His entire body felt numb as his five senses dulled.

Sight, hearing, smell, touch, and tongue could not function as it should.

Zephyr had warned him never to use his magic technique before his second magic circle reached the indigo level. Otherwise, this technique will backlash at him. Like this time, all of his senses went dead, and the blood continued to flow without him being able to stop it.

Zehell knew he was injured, but he couldn't feel the pain, nor could he move his body to heal himself with healing magic techniques. If it kept continuing like this without emergency help, Zehell would undoubtedly die of blood loss.

Fortunately, Zephyr came and quickly healed both Zehell's external and internal wounds. That way, Zehell doesn't have to die from blood loss, and his five senses will gradually recover.

"Zeph?"

Finally, Zehell's vision has returned, and he sees Zephyr's white mask, who is now standing in front of him.

"Luckily, I'm here. What will you do if I don't come?"

Zehell gave a faint smile. "No problem. At least I have passed on my unique abilities to my successor disciple. There is nothing I regret when I die."

Zephyr's eyebrows raised at his answer. Zehell found a successor disciple? Who?

"I will introduce him to you after this." as if he could read his friend's confusion, Zehell continued his statements.

Zephyr exhaled a heavy sigh at his friend's reckless act.

Even though he had a successor disciple, he did not need to sacrifice his life!