Little by little, I was almost right in front of the Flying Revenant. At this moment, it felt as if a massive vortex had formed in the sky, and everything within a thirty to forty meter diameter was being drawn toward the Flying Revenant. I wasn’t strong enough, trapped in the grip of a powerful force, completely pulled in that direction.
The stones being sucked in had already shattered into fragments, swirling madly through the sky. I was still desperately trying to control my body, black wings unfurled on my back, hoping to escape this space. Yet, I was still being slowly drawn toward the Flying Revenant.
Vaguely, I glimpsed a faint brownish stream of air drifting through this vortex space. It wasn’t clear, but it definitely existed. I released the Specter Web from my body, hoping it could reach beyond the vortex and create a path for me to move through. But as soon as the Specter Web appeared, it was shredded by the immense force.
The Flying Revenant was completely enraged by me. Now, it seemed determined to pull me in at any cost.
The power within me was almost depleted. If it caught me one more time, I’d be finished. I absolutely couldn’t let it grab me.
Although things looked grim, in an instant, I folded the wings on my back that were still flapping desperately. In a flash, I hurled myself toward the Flying Revenant.
Live or die, I could only use the last of my strength to punch through this revenant. My right arm bent, fist clenched so tight it creaked, as Deathbane Aura began to gather on my right fist.
The Deathbane Aura was extremely unstable now, starting to crystallize, swirling chaotically and becoming very difficult to control.
Step by step, I got closer to the Flying Revenant. Suddenly, I saw its nose twitch. It turned toward me, and in an instant, I saw its entire body enveloped in ribbon-like currents—brownish-yellow streams swirling around this revenant.
In a flash, the immense pull vanished. With a whoosh, the revenant stretched out its arms and glided through the air toward me. Its movements were bizarre—I couldn’t make sense of them. Sometimes close, sometimes far, as if it kept shifting across vast distances.
I couldn’t care about anything else—I swung a punch at the Flying Revenant, and by then, it was already right in front of me.
My attack missed. In an instant, I roared, and with a snap, I turned into mist. But the next second, the Flying Revenant’s claws locked onto me, dragging me out of the black mist.
This time, it grabbed both my hands completely—its nails dug deep into my arms. I screamed in agony, feeling something slowly invading my body, devouring what little strength and consciousness I had left.
I roared again, staring at the Flying Revenant. It didn’t seem to want to kill me, but rather to capture me again. I absolutely couldn’t let it catch me—this was the only thought in my mind.
Gritting my teeth, I bared my fangs and let out a furious roar. Then, with a tearing sound, shards of ice severed my hands. The moment I broke free, I turned into mist. Earlier, I’d already released the Specter Web behind me, and in an instant, I was thirty meters away from the Flying Revenant.
Looking at my freed hands, I realized my arms were completely severed. The emptiness fueled my rising fury.
The Flying Revenant roared again. Now, with no arms left, I watched as it glided toward me with a whoosh. But this time, I noticed its trajectory was slightly off.
It couldn’t see me—I realized this immediately. I quickly transformed into mist and dodged its attack. The Flying Revenant didn’t catch me, only howling in rage.
I quickly flew toward my slowly falling hands. Even though I knew my hands were severed, deep down, I felt as if they weren’t truly gone.
A strand of black Specter Web drifted from the stumps of my arms. In an instant, I reached my severed limbs, and the Specter Web threaded through like a needle, slowly reconnecting my broken arms to my body.
With a snap, I landed on the ground, looking up at the Flying Revenant gliding wildly overhead. Sure enough, I’d destroyed its eyes—it couldn’t see me for now. But as soon as I hit the ground, it swooped down from the sky.
Furious, I roared, slamming my freshly reconnected hands onto the ground. Instantly, countless strands of Specter Web shot from my palms into the earth. I was too weak to fight the Flying Revenant now—my rage had completely overtaken my mind.
"Come on!" I shouted. Instantly, I felt heat, cold, stabbing pain—all sorts of sensations converged on me. The ground of the Nether Syndicate wasn’t just ordinary earth energy. I had no idea what I was absorbing.
With a bang, the ground beneath me exploded, leaving a huge crater. I shouted, raising my right hand—its skin splitting open to reveal all sorts of glowing colors. Gradually, I saw a rainbow of hues condense in my right hand.
My body was on the verge of collapse, enduring internal shock. Unknown forces mixed with my Deathbane Aura, and my consciousness began to blur.
With a whoosh, the Flying Revenant appeared before me. I roared, and a barely formed Deathbane Aura Blade appeared in my hand. I could feel all kinds of powers colliding within it. The blade flickered with rainbow light, like electricity, like mist—unstable in my grasp.
With a bang, I screamed as the rainbow Deathbane Aura Blade in my hand struck the oncoming Flying Revenant. A violent explosion erupted—I felt as if every part of my body was being torn apart by pain. My skin split open and slowly began to harden.
I endured everything, desperately maintaining the shape of the Deathbane Aura Blade in my hand. Inside, I was suffering beyond measure. One of the Flying Revenant’s arms had been completely blasted apart, black-green bone exposed from within.
"Come on!"
I roared, unwilling to let any opportunity slip by. I had to finish it off—otherwise, I’d be the one to die.
The Flying Revenant roared, and instantly, that unknown force once again pinned me down, pressing my body as if in a vise—I couldn’t turn into mist at all.
A chilling sensation came from the Ironhide Revenant—a killing intent. I could clearly feel it now. It no longer wanted to capture me; it wanted to kill me.
With a whoosh, the Flying Revenant charged at me. As it slid forward, the shattered flesh of its exploded arm gradually reformed—its arm was fully restored.
But the Deathbane Aura Blade in my hand kept bending, flowing like water, nearly dissipating, then twisting into bizarre shapes, as if it could vanish at any moment.
Suddenly, the Flying Revenant was right in front of me, aiming for my right hand. I realized this from its position as it charged in.
I had to dodge. I roared, reaching out with my left hand. Then I noticed something on me—the Locking Corpse Mirror, given to me by the Blind Old Lady and the little old man. I abandoned the idea of releasing Deathbane Aura, and in an instant, I pulled out the Locking Corpse Mirror. As the Flying Revenant closed in, I leveled the mirror at its chest.
A dazzling light burst forth, and a blue octagram pattern flashed from the Locking Corpse Mirror in my hand, shining onto the Flying Revenant.
The Flying Revenant screamed. I saw two octagrams projected onto its body—one large, surrounded by dense tiny characters, and one small, with jagged edges and a strange symbol like a little hook at its center.
Instantly, the Flying Revenant was immobilized, as if bound and suppressed by some force. I roared, raising my right hand with the nearly dissipated Deathbane Aura Blade, and slashed at the Flying Revenant.
With a bang, like shattering glass, the blue octagram on the Flying Revenant’s chest vanished. It regained movement, stretching its claws toward my raised right arm, trying to destroy my last bit of strength.
My heart was pounding in my throat—the Flying Revenant was fast, and there was no time left. Its claws were almost at my arm. I roared.
Suddenly, a swirl of black mist appeared beneath the Flying Revenant’s arms. With a whoosh, two pitch-black hands shot out, clutching its attacking claws tightly, stopping its black-green talons just centimeters from me.
"Die!"
I roared, swinging the Deathbane Aura Blade in my hand toward the Flying Revenant’s head.
"Stop."
A cold female voice rang out, and suddenly, a hand as pale as paper clamped down on my descending Deathbane Aura Blade. My eyes widened—a girl had appeared before me.