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"What powerful vitality! If it were me, I would have died directly or fallen into a state of losing control," Leyton observed this scene silently from high in the sky.
Every attack released by "Sea King" Jahn Kottman was within his predictions; he could always find the most suitable, simplest, and most effective way to avoid danger.
"All your actions are within my predictions—this is what it means to be a Prophet!"
Leyton mused in his heart as he took a step, and solidified light spots floated beneath his feet, supporting his body.
In the intervals between dodging the increasingly dense and powerful attacks from the "Sea King," he condensed light into a scorching, dazzling ray, which landed on Mahmosi's right eye.
Mahmosi, entangled by the "Sea King's" successive attacks, was powerless to evade, and his right eye instantly melted under the scorching ray.
"Ah!"
His lips parted again, emitting a heart-wrenching shriek.
The sound was sharp, piercing the Spirit Body, and it was laced with venomous curses, echoing continuously across this sea area, as if even the air and seawater had been corrupted by the curse, their colors dimming slightly.
The "Sea King's" continuous attacks paused for a moment.
The Storm Pathway is not a Pathway Apprentice at dealing with curses, but they are also Beyonders skilled in manipulating sound.
The next moment, a chaotic and unpleasant song echoed across the sea surface, like the roar of a wild beast, without rhythm or meaning, just a simple roar to vent emotions.
This sound contained "communication" on a spiritual level, which could only weaken the influence, not completely isolate it.
Around Leyton, patches of starlight floated up, like a dense sponge, tightly enveloping him.
This sponge formed of starlight continuously swayed, shattered, and was instantly replenished amidst Mahmosi's shriek and the "Sea King's" song.
In the center of the layered starlight, Leyton covered his ears with one hand in a helpless manner, muttering through gritted teeth:
"Damn it, the Ancient Sun God had terrible taste when choosing the 'Wind Angels'! Even elves can't save these tone-deaf Storm Barbarians!"
Above the Gray Fog, Klein observed this scene through Leyton's prayer light spot.
At this moment, he also frowned slightly, one hand pressed against his ear.
Although the space above the Gray Fog could isolate influences, the Sea King's voice was too loud and unpleasant; even with the influence isolated, it was still uncomfortable to listen to.
"What about the lightning? The storms? The frost? Don't just hit high notes! The marine life in this sea area is going to be sung to death by you all."
Klein grumbled inwardly, then picked up the crown, stained with rust and blood, that was placed on the table in front of him.
He reached out and summoned a pre-cut paper figure from the corner, then leveraged the power of the Gray Fog and threw it out.
The paper figure quickly distorted and expanded in mid-air, erupting in crimson flames, finally transforming into the image of a tall angel with twelve pairs of crimson wings and wearing blood-red armor.
Under Klein's mental manipulation, the paper angel waved its layered wings behind it, quickly merging into the scene condensed by the deep Red Light, entering Leyton's body and overlapping with him.
High in the sky, a dense Gray Fog suddenly surged before Leyton's eyes, and an angel with twelve pairs of fiery wings flew out from the deep red, tide-like light. He came before Leyton and enveloped him with layers of fiery wings.
The dense Gray Fog and the tall angel in his vision quickly dissipated, and everything returned to normal.
Leyton felt that the constant shrieking and singing echoing in his ears were no longer so piercing; their influence on him had been silently transferred elsewhere.
"Although their voices are still very unpleasant," Leyton sighed in relief, muttering in a good mood.
He then spread his hands, and the surrounding starlight quickly dissipated, with a blazing radiance accumulating before him.
A gigantic, pure orb of light, wreathed in countless sacred flames, appeared in the air. As Leyton continuously poured his Beyonder power into it, the orb rapidly grew, like a miniature Sun.
The dazzling light affected the "Sea King" and Mahmosi below, who were attempting to influence each other with shrieks and songs; they almost simultaneously stopped their roars and shrieks.
The next moment, an angry roar erupted from the sea surface beneath Mahmosi, and the immense impact directly lifted him.
Boom! Boom!
Layers of sonic booms erupted, mixed with the wailing of the wind domain. The "Sea King" precisely controlled the direction and force of the sonic booms, lifting Mahmosi high into the sky.
Leyton narrowed his eyes slightly and, with perfect coordination, threw the miniature Sun before him downwards, towards Mahmosi's continuously soaring body.
A silver-white electric light with a paralyzing effect flashed from beneath the sea, accurately landing on Mahmosi's body, leaving countless tiny electric snakes on him, and a sizzling sound of current.
The next moment, the dazzling Sun fell from high in the sky, enveloping him within it, instantly igniting his flesh and dissolving his body.
Within a blinding white, even sound was swallowed, and there was no longer any trace of Mahmosi.
Leyton slightly raised the corner of his mouth, casually making a grasping motion in mid-air, pulling out an invisible object, and draping it over himself.
This was the "Emperor's New Clothes," which allowed him to temporarily enter a non-existent state.
"Hmm?" The tall figure that had just surfaced from the sea looked at Leyton with confusion, a hint of doubt and incomprehension flashing in his blue eyes.
Jahn Kottman, who had just recovered from his incomplete mythical creature form, was no longer wearing clothes, revealing his well-defined muscles.
His dark blue hair was twice as thick as a normal person's, like small worms or tentacles, draped casually, just covering his crucial parts.
The next instant, a strong sense of unease swept over them, and Leyton and Jahn Kottman simultaneously cast their gaze upon the dazzling, blazing white Sun high in the sky.
Suddenly, a gigantic, distorted, and sinister arm stretched out from within it, its palm grasping a nearly mummified human figure.
The surface of this arm was covered in black, sticky, and sinister liquid, and even that blazing miniature Sun could not completely evaporate these sinister liquids.
An extreme sense of evil and madness rapidly permeated the area; the surrounding Beyonder power seemed to have mutated, becoming layers upon layers of barriers, obstructing and binding their movements.
Leyton, relying on the Mystical Reenactment of the "Emperor's New Clothes," temporarily evaded the influence brought by this giant arm. His figure rapidly retreated, creating a long distance.
"Suah!"
"Sea King" Jahn Kottman spat out a name.
Immediately, his hair suddenly flared up, with electric arcs continuously leaping on it.
Violent wind collided with the air, creating explosive sounds. Terrifying hurricanes, visible to the naked eye, appeared, swirling and entwining, and an unrestrained tornado suddenly rose from the ground.
Jahn Kottman's body flew into the sky with the tornado, and thick clouds quickly appeared, twisting the daylight created by Leyton.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Silver-white electric snakes shot out, carrying a tangible aura of tyrannical destruction, falling densely and striking the giant arm encircled by the tornado, and the withered human figure held in its palm.
The surrounding Beyonder power, under the influence of the Abomination's aura, solidified considerably, as if becoming something that bound the Beyonders' limbs.
The lightning forest created by the "Sea King" even showed some sluggishness, like an overly ancient, malfunctioning machine.
The blazing miniature Sun in the sky had been completely dissolved, and black, sticky, sinister liquid continuously flowed from the giant arm.
From these liquids, pale skull heads grew, blood-veined eyeballs grew, fanged tongues grew, and various strange and grotesque things grew.
Evil and madness rapidly permeated this space; the howling tornado showed a slight sense of stagnation, and the continuously striking lightning bolts distorted, beginning to fall erratically, but still a large number of lightning bolts hit the target.
Boom! Boom!
Two lightning bolts, thick as water buckets, suddenly appeared, carrying an aura of destruction, and striking down with the combined power of all the lightning in the clouds.
The lightning struck directly onto that giant, sinister arm.
It struck off a lot of black, viscous liquid, splashing sparks, and even left a trace of a burn mark, which was quickly enveloped by the surrounding secreted black, viscous liquid and rapidly repaired.
This arm paused slightly, then withdrew into the Spirit World, taking the withered human figure clutched in its palm.
"Hmph! Rose School of Thought... Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom..."
Jahn Kottman looked around and, finding no one else, snorted coldly.
Then he looked up at the sky, at the thick clouds that were beginning to dissipate.
"...That lightning just now... Who dared to covet the authority of the Storm Pathway?"
The sound of the wind rose, quickly dispersing the thick clouds in the sky, revealing a clear night sky.
The bright daylight that had been in the sky had disappeared at some point, replaced by a half-circle of crimson moon.
The crimson moonlight spilled onto the sea surface, where many fish with white bellies floated, most of them with protruding eyes, fragmented limbs, and many bite marks on their bodies. A faint layer of crimson appeared on the sea surface.
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