Chapter 171: Mist Realm

The Grey Candle was three fingers wide but only about as long as a middle finger. Its wick was pitch black, bearing the marks of having been burned before.

Holding it in her hand gave her a heavy sensation that originated from her Soul. The moment she took the Grey Candle, Sophia sensed its extraordinary attraction to the Soul.

Another World?

What kind of World was it…

Holding the unlit candle, Sophia silently followed behind Enya. she looked at the pair of wings protruding from Enya’s Armor, and looking down, she saw the black-scaled tail emerging from the skirt of the armor.

Predecessor…

Is this the last time?

Sophia’s eyes couldn’t help but follow the swaying of Enya’s tail.

Beneath her Green Veil, a trace of sentimental emotion flashed across her exquisite face. However, a Gold Elf was not suited for wallowing in sorrow, and she quickly pulled herself out of that mood.

No matter how much one loathes to part, one must move forward.

This was a message from “someone” that Eliv had once told her.

It was said that the person left after leaving those words and had never gone to find Eliv again since then.

Sophia’s slightly lowered eyelashes slowly opened wide.

“Predecessor…”

“Hmm?”

Enya turned her head and looked back at Sophia, who had called out to her. Sophia tilted her head to the right and gave a playful smile.

“Predecessor, can we win?”

“……”

Hearing this question, the corners of Enya’s mouth twitched.

She reached out past the veil and pinched Sophia’s soft cheek.

“Don’t ask such inauspicious questions. You can try to guess how much time I’ll take.”

“Mm…”

Nina suddenly jumped out, her hands hugging Enya’s arm, looking quite unhappy. Enya gave her a small smile as well.

Even though she was wearing Armor.

Suddenly, a violent ripple of Magic Power surged out from deep underground.

Enya narrowed her eyes, the corners of her mouth curling upward.

Heh, they finally started fighting.

Sophia’s cultivation was lower. When faced with this overbearing ripple of Magic Power, it was inevitable that her internal Magic Power would resonate with the chaos. However, she quickly mobilized her Spirit Power to suppress the frenzy of the Magic Power within her.

Within that ripple of Magic Power, Nina sensed the two fighting sides. After feeling that their strength was not weaker than hers, she became involuntarily excited.

Deep underground, there was a Mist River Stone Forest.

This was a massive underground cavity. Its vastness was almost unimaginable, with the ground and the ceiling separated by five or six hundred meters!

Dense White Mist, like a turbulent great river, surged and crashed, cutting across the two shores.

And within this river of White Mist stood countless towering stone pillars, like nails driven into that White Mist River.

the stone pillars were fifty or sixty meters thick and came in various shapes.

Some iron chain suspension bridges were connected to these stone pillars.

Figures in Black Cloaks flickered across the bridges and pillars, fighting with pale, humanoid Monsters. These Monsters came from the White Mist River flowing below.

They crawled out from the dense White Mist, climbed up the stone pillars, and pounced on the Humans closest to them, dragging them into the surging misty tide.

If one were dragged down, they would be torn apart and devoured by countless pale Monsters.

Evil Beasts in the Mist—that was their name.

The Evil Beasts in the Mist were inexhaustible. Every time a person in a Black Cloak killed one, another would reconsolidate. Meanwhile, their own manpower was slowly decreasing, which was clearly not a profitable trade.

On the opposite bank, a Mist Castle Wall stood tall, with countless solidified tentacles spreading out from the wall’s surface.

These tentacles constantly struck out at two other majestic figures.

Boom!

A purple Magic Flash collided with the pale tentacles, triggering an explosion.

A giant purple spider stood on a web woven of dark purple threads. Beneath the spiderweb, dozens of figures of varying sizes were suspended by the threads.

These figures were all wearing mage robes, and the Magic Power in their bodies was constantly condensing into powerful

Magic, attacking the encroaching White Mist tentacles.

On one side of the purple spider, a giant figure in a Black Cloak sat cross-legged on a stone pillar.

Compared to the others, the stone pillar, which was already quite massive, was only large enough for him to sit alone. He sat upon it as still as a sculpture.

However, his head was extraordinary…

It was a clump of ink-like, flickering black fire that rose and surged.

Above the black fire, there were no facial features, not even an outline. Around this eerie giant, a gloomy Twilight spread.

The Twilight met the White Mist, and the two forces clashed against each other.

Atop the purple spider’s head, the bare-chested Sylvia fixed her stunningly beautiful eyes on that White Mist Castle Wall.

She gave a cold snort and muttered to herself.

“Shrinking back inside is an exercise in futility!”

With that, Sylvia’s slender white arms rose slightly, and her five fair fingers moved like she was playing a zither.

The ten Puppet Magic Users controlled by the threads released a powerful aura of Magic Power. Every single one of them was a Sixth Rank existence!

Among these Magic Users that Sylvia had turned into Puppets, there were both men and women. Hanging from the threads, their faces were all hollow and vacant. These were Sylvia’s most precious

treasures.

The ten Sixth Rank Magic Users formed a circle, and their Magic Power resonated as if they were brewing some kind of High Tier Magic.

On the side of the White Mist wall, the threat from Sylvia was apparently sensed. Several hideous Monsters were spat out from the Mist Wall.

These Monsters were round and plump—they were massive Pale Worms. Their mouthparts were terrifying, with sharp teeth rotating continuously within their disc-like mouths.

The Pale Worms rushed toward the suspended Magic User Puppets.

But how could Sylvia let them have their way?

From the purple spiderweb, several Knights with Swords and powerful auras descended.

These suspended Knights held their reins and straddled their horses.

The horses’ hooves stepped through the air. After a neigh, they charged toward the Pale Worms one after another. Subsequently, all sorts of varied acrobatics were performed, making the scene exceptionally lively and spectacular.

She was a one-woman army!

“Jie jie, Lady Sylvia has quite the methods!”

Above the Pale Worms, the figure of a White-robed Elder appeared.

He held a pair of rusty Iron Scissors. He lifted them and made a snip in the air, and more than half of the Puppets on the spiderweb instantly fell!

Seeing this, Sylvia couldn’t help but sneer.

She hadn’t brought a small amount of gear this time, but that one snip of the scissors had reduced her assets by a third. It was he who truly had the “good methods,” wasn’t it?

Stowing away the remaining Puppets, Sylvia looked toward the black giant beside her. Seeing that he still hadn’t moved, she said with feigned anger,

“Shadow Hall Master, do you really want to be a shadow for the rest of your life?”

The black giant did not answer; he simply stood up silently. As soon as he stood, the entire surrounding space darkened by several degrees.

On the Pale Worm, the White-robed Elder’s expression also tightened. He put away his rusty Iron Scissors and controlled the Pale Worm to retreat several paces.

Several newly spawned Pale Worms surged toward the black giant, but the moment they got close, two of them were grabbed by the neck.

The other survivors were unable to bite anything off the black giant’s body.

The Shadow Hall Master tucked the Fog Worms that were gnawing at his body under his arms. Then, from the Twilight beside him, he drew a massive Black Blade and slaughtered all the Pale Worms.

Wherever the Black Blade passed, it left behind a patch of gloomy darkness that would not dissipate for a short time. Even if the Fog Worms crashed into it, they would still take damage.

Subsequently, this Shadow Hall Master of the Hall of Shadows leapt from stone pillar to stone pillar, charging toward that White Mist Castle Wall. Seeing this, the White-robed Elder’s heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly vanished into the Mist Wall.

Beyond the thick White Mist wall was a platform shrouded in smoke. Countless members of the Lord of Mist Church were meditating there.

White Mist was constantly pouring out from all the orifices of their bodies. This White Mist then gathered into that White Mist Castle Wall.

From time to time, someone would collapse, and those who fell would be dragged away by the Evil Beasts in the Mist.

If the outside was consuming lives, was the Lord of Mist Church side any different?

The White-robed Elder hurried toward the center of the formation.

There, a three-meter-tall white-robed figure stood.

Tulius slowly turned around.

The White-robed Elder hastily lowered his head, not daring to peer at the true existence beneath the gaps in the white robe. He spoke hurriedly.

“That Shadow Hall Master…”

Before he could finish, a massive tremor shook the White Mist wall. Many members of the

Lord of Mist Church who were meditating and exhaling mist coughed up blood and died after receiving the impact. Some even exploded directly.

Many people’s white robes turned into red robes!

The White-robed Elder turned his head and saw a one-meter-wide crack open in the White Mist wall. A look of horror appeared on his aged, withered face. He slumped to the ground and cried out loudly.

“Impossible! Absolutely impossible!”

Outside the Mist Wall, the black fire on the Shadow Hall Master’s head flared up significantly. He carried the Black Blade and pushed through the obstruction of the Fog Worms and tentacles.

A strike carrying potent Magic Power slashed into the misty Castle Wall.

The rift could not close for a time. The giant black figure thrust both hands into the Mist Wall, seemingly wanting to tear it open by brute force!

Seeing this scene, many believers of the Mist Lord scrambled up from the ground and began running toward the rear.

One unfortunate fellow didn’t look where he was going as he fled and crashed into a tall figure. He looked up to see a pitch-black rift, inside of which nothing could be seen clearly.

Then, in the next instant, he was gone.

Tulius still maintained that inverted lily image, with a rift opening in the center where nothing could be seen in the pitch darkness.

He silently watched the Shadow Hall Master who was tearing the Mist Wall apart. As if having received his permission, the White Mist wall gave up its resistance.

After the White Mist wall crumbled, it flowed into the White Mist River like liquid. The giant black figure stood at the edge of the shore.

Two powerful beings looked at each other from a distance.

The Twilight carried by the Shadow Hall Master was encroaching upon the White Mist territory without any hindrance. Any members of the Lord of Mist Church swallowed by the Twilight vanished abruptly within it.

However, when that patch of Twilight drew within five meters of Tulius, it was forcibly stopped by a certain power. The mist began to resist violently.

The Shadow Hall Master drew his Black Blade and swung it. A pitch-black blade light flashed, but it began to disintegrate before it even reached Tulius.

Sylvia’s massive spider body also arrived at the shore, stepping across the Purple Threads. On her human face, those stunning eyes were filled with murderous intent and coldness as she gazed at Tulius not far away.