Chapter 700: Domain Technique, Divine Light Waltz (II) (2/2)

The Sickle of the God of Death swept at the air, immediately causing a spatial crack to appear. It was a small crack, but the instant it appeared, an essence of some unknown element immediately gathered, and that crack actually displayed a massive attractive power.

Not only that, but the Sickle of the God of Death in Cai’er’s hand swept at six angles, where similar cracks appeared, stirring up all the elemental essence in the stadium and causing a state of spatial chaos.

She did not know what the opponent did, but a darkness element mage cannot possibly execute teleportations, which means that some spatial magic was surely mixed in. Stirring spatial chaos was obviously to prevent her counterpart from teleporting.

All of this happened very fast. Seeing the flickers of pure white colors originating from Cai’er, Mo Wu’s expression changed slightly.

The next instant, Cai’er reappeared in front of him, the Sickle of the God of Death flashing in her hand and slowly hacking at him. Its blade edge carried a sharp, highly invasive aura.

But to shockingly, Mo Wu did not draw back, but stepped up instead, pointing his right hand at the empty space, where a purplish black ray took shape. Just as if the air had become his drawing board, he drew a specific imprint with his hand.

What Cai’er sensed was completely different from the onlookers. With these gestures, Mo Wu’s body immediately looked illusory, and countless Mo Wu shapes arose in front of her, causing his opponent's murderous spirit which had locked on to him to become fainter.

In a white flash, that purplish black ray disappeared, and this instant, Mo Wu’s magic was completed. Purplish-black pillars appeared out of nowhere and surrounded Cai’er’s body in a flash, turning into a circular cage trapping her within.

Hell’s Cage, a powerful darkness attribute spell of the ninth step.

Cai’er’s sickle was swept horizontally, but only passed through, as if there was no collision at all. But when she tried to rush out with her body, she immediately felt an acute sting spread all over her body as the massive darkness element directly penetrated inside her body.

That’s...

Cai’er was startled, but had the same calm disposition as usual. She did not panic in front of this kind of situation, her Sickle of the God of Death disappearing, she placed her hands in front of her chest, her eyes even closing down. She seemed to be sensing something, looking for a hole in the Hell’s Cage.

Seeing his Hell’s Cage being so effective, Mo Wu couldn’t help but reveal a dim smile. As he kept up the incantation, some purplish-black halation spread underneath his feet, and very quickly, these halations took a solid form, ascending over his body to take a shape close to an altar.

Raising his right hand, a black staff appeared in Mo Wu’s hands. Although only formed with spiritual energy, it made him look extremely sumptuous and mighty right now.

Purplish black rays circulated around the top of the staff, turning into a magnificent mage gown covering him, and instantly causing his demeanor to gain greatly in might.

A terrifying pressure arose itself around his body, a large area of purplish-black clouds revolving around the altar he had created. As these purplish-black halations fluttered, some electric light could faintly be seen on it.

Since when did the Mage Temple have another powerhouse like that? This was clearly the power of a domain! Those from the other five Temples couldn’t help but cry out in alarm. This Mo Wu’s attainments and cultivation were far higher than they expected. Not only was Cai’er trapped by this mage, but he moreover displayed a domain, which was clearly purely a boosting domain. His next magic would surely gain an impressive deal of might.

Some purplish-black symbols started to drift around the altar as his downcast chant reverberated through the whole stadium. One could faintly see the ground turn unwittingly into that purplish-black color. The cracks left earlier by Cai’er also closed entirely.

“Destructor of darkness, ruler of darkness. Descend, Dark Sovereign!” As his chant went on, Mo Wu’s eyes shot up with purple electric light, and a purple hexagram appeared in front of his altar. There, a massive image started to take shape, drifting inside that hexagram.

It was a human figure measuring about five meters, clad in a dark purple armor, and with a pair of large curved horns extending from the back of its head. But as that individual was masked, his face was not visible.

In his right hand was a huge sword, gushing out with purplish-black light. Just as he appeared, he gave off an incorporeal pressure. Even the defensive barrier’s defense gave off a kind of stifling feeling.

“What a powerful dark mage!” Lin Xin couldn’t help but remark in alarm.

This was clearly a formidable dark mage, who had furthermore summoned a Dark Sovereign of terrifying strength, whose might could even compare with the post-fusion four-headed chimera of Chen Hongyu.