Chapter 1014 (1/2)

Chapter 1014: Unable to withstand a single blow

“Jelos, there’s a scent of thunder and lightning energy here.”

The shadowy figure with a grayish-white appearance hovered in the air, his shadow magic robe fluttering like a tattered flag in the wind.

This was the Chief City Guard Wizard of the City of Exiles, Perifa Tadding, an Eighth-Circle Shadow Series Combat Wizard.

By his side, the person resembling a ghostly shadow was his companion, named Jelos Tadding.

Both possessed the same surname and hailed from the Tadding Family.

Perifa was a Shadow Dark Soul, manifesting as a semi-transparent gray phantom.

Jelos was not a Shadow Dark Soul.

On the path of magic practice, he had transformed himself into a shadowy death creature known as “Phantom Ghost.”

Shadow Dark Souls can be immune to physical damage, and so can Phantom Ghosts.

Shadow Dark Souls can be resurrected with Shadow Fragments and magic circles, whereas Phantom Ghosts have a slightly different way of coming back to life.

After being killed, a Phantom Ghost does not disperse into Shadow Fragments but instead resurrects in another pre-prepared Ghost Body.

Only by destroying all of a Phantom Ghost’s spare bodies can one be completely eradicated.

This method of post-mortem resurrection is more ingenious than that of the Shadow Dark Soul.

In a significant sense, Phantom Ghosts are less afraid of death than Shadow Dark Souls, with a combat strength far exceeding the latter.

However, the price paid to transform into a Phantom Ghost is much greater than becoming a Shadow Dark Soul.

Shadow Dark Souls forfeited their ability to procreate, in exchange for physical immunity and fragmentary resurrection.

Phantom Ghosts not only gave up their ability to procreate but also completely lost the capacity to “speak” and “enjoy pleasure.”

Jelos hovered in the air like a cloak of shadows, from within which faint moans and screams drifted out.

Those were not Jelos’s own voice.

It was the voice of the souls he had absorbed into his body, undergoing torment and destruction.

Jelos himself could not speak.

He communicated by tormenting the souls within him, simultaneously seeking the sensation of “pleasure” that had long since left him during the process of tormenting others’ souls.

“I…feel…it…”

Miserable howls rose within Jelos’s body and swept through the Stone Forest like a chill wind:

“The residual thunder and lightning energy here is very intense… The enemy just left not long ago… Hickman Arlington might be dead, or possibly captured by the enemy…”

“I have a premonition that the enemy hasn’t gone far,” Perifa said, able to speak normally as a Shadow Dark Soul.

He drew his magic wand and chanted a spell, tracing several black arcs in the air with the tip of his wand.

The black arcs expanded into a circular black light ring.