Chapter 2120 Soul Battle

Chapter 2120 Soul Battle

Emery had modified the [Spirit Devour] spell, enhancing its range and versatility. Now, the spell could be cast without his blade claws or the need for direct physical contact. The spell unleashes in the form of multiple spirit strings, these tendrils-like energy was able to entangle Mo Yan's ghastly form, wrapping around the spectral body with an ethereal glow.

However, despite its increased effectiveness, it remained a tier 5 spell and with Mo Yan's formidable spirit defenses, it couldn't activate the spell's devouring capability, only restraining its target.

Mo Yan's enraged soul writhed and struggled against the bindings, his ghastly voice echoing with contemptuous fury. "You cannot restrain me with your puny skill!" His spectral form pulsated with dark energy, attempting to shatter the restraining bonds.

Undeterred by the spirit's rage, Emery met Mo Yan's gaze with a steely challenge.

"Do you dare to fight me then? Or do you prefer to run away?" Emery had a powerful spirit defense skill called [Emperor Focus], but he lacked an offensive spirit skill. The only other skill he possessed was [Soul Walk], which required him to dominate his target beforehand to be used.

It was only a matter of time before Mo Yan would break free from his restraints.

Fearing that the enraged spirit would possess Shen Long's or worse, his senior Heorgar's body, Emery decided to take a bold risk and taunt the hunchback slave master into attacking him instead.

"YOU will regret this!! Fine!! Your body is mine!!" Mo Yan's voice echoed with malevolent intent. before its ghastly spirit flew toward Emery, fully engulfing him in a spectral mist before initiating a soul battle. Emery was ready, he had experienced hundreds of soul battles before, but they were mostly against prisoners where he held the advantage and control of the spirit realm. This time, he faced a powerful Grand Magus spirit master, and their soul strengths would be fiercely contested.

A bright light enveloped Emery and Mo Yan as they transitioned into the spirit realm, arriving in an empty void of space, facing each other hovering in the air.

This metamorphosis turned Emery's palace into a magnificent two-story prism pagoda, radiating a powerful, iridescent light.

With this power, Emery felt an incredible lightness in his body, all previous restraints dissipating in an instant. With a mere thought, he conjured a blade in his hand, a weapon that could successfully parry Mo Yan's spectral attack.

"WHAT!!! How could this be?!" Mo Yan's voice was a mix of disbelief and fury.

The power Emery now wielded was the culmination of four years of relentless effort. He had been improving his soul power through continuous learning and refinement, guided by a divine technique bestowed upon him by a celestial entity: the [Prism of Light].

This technique came in three sets. The first set was a meditation practice designed to help comprehend the law of light. The second set was another technique aimed at enhancing his soul strength. The third set came with an active skill, one that allowed him to temporarily convert all nature-type elements into light, this [Prism of Light], gave him a qualitative boost to his soul.

Emery's mastery of these techniques had brought him to this critical moment, where his enhanced soul power stood as his last line of defense against Mo Yan's overwhelming assault.

"Huh!! So what!! I am still a level stronger than you!!" Emery remained unfazed by Mo Yan's taunt. He understood that while Mo Yan's three-story dark pagoda represented formidable power, there was a critical distinction between dark and light constructs. Light elements, known for their inherent superiority in mental strength, provided Emery with an edge. His pagoda shone with a prism of brilliance, enhancing his capabilities and bringing his soul strength on par with Mo Yan's.

With their strengths equalized, the fight's outcome hinged on the proficiency of their techniques and the depth of their abilities within the spirit realm.

The battle commenced with a ferocity that shook the very fabric of the spirit realm. Weapons and spells manifested through the sheer force of their wills, clashing in a dazzling display of power and skill.

"I am Mo Yan! I will not be defeated by the likes of you!!"