Chapter 1427 (1/2)

Chapter 1427: 472.0000

The Ceremony was forcibly interrupted, the scene where the Scroll Angel’s head burst open faded into a phantom before his eyes.

Noland Lee’s mind was eroded by pain; endless pricks of agony radiated from the wound in his chest, assaulting his sanity wave after wave.

He heard the howling sound of a sinister wind, piercing and mellifluous, as if bearing a terrifying effect capable of seizing the soul.

He saw all things descending into darkness, the eternal stars meeting their silence, celestial bodies crumbling into dust, the Universe scarred, and utterly turning into a playground for Evil Curses.

A segment of seductive yet despair-inducing whispers played over and over next to his ears:

“Join us, join us…”

“The light will eventually extinguish…”

“Nothingness is the only eternal…”

“Join us, join us…”

Noland Lee’s hands trembled uncontrollably.

He struggled to lift his hands, clutching the black spear implanted in his chest, wanting to pull this deadly object out, but his palms felt weaker and more powerless than ever before.

Repeated attempts to pull out the black spear only made the dizziness in his head worse, and his eyes bulged more fiercely.

“Stab—”

With a fierce upward thrust, the black spear lifted him off the ground along with his screams, suspending him in the air, as blood cascaded down his Magic Robe like a waterfall, quickly covering the ritual array below.

It wasn’t until then that Noland Lee saw clearly who had attacked him.

At some point, what was once a light blue figure representing ‘Escape’ had transformed into a Void Spear covered in tiny black Tentacles.

The black spear lodged in Noland Lee’s chest was just a branch extending from the body of this Void Spear.

As the black spear stirred and tugged in his chest, Noland Lee was thrown onto the ground, and the ‘Heart of Magic’ was speared through and forcibly pulled out from his chest.

“Puh—”

Blood splattered everywhere!

Noland Lee collapsed to the ground, powerless, his right hand reaching high, struggling to extend toward the ‘Heart of Magic’ on the black spear.

The sound of gulping came from within the black spear, and the ‘Heart of Magic’ was visibly withering and wilting.

A tide-like cold and silence washed over him, Noland Lee’s vision gradually blurring, his right hand dropping, and his mind swirling with thoughts of regret:

“Why… why did this happen… where did things go wrong… where did the real ‘Escape’ go…”

Death was closing in, darkness sweeping over Noland Lee’s consciousness.

But the Void Spear in front of him didn’t seem to want Noland Lee to die just yet.

This strange being from the Void Faction floated about a foot or twenty centimeters above Ground Level, moving beside Noland Lee.