348 The Hole of Destruction and the Holy Spirits Incarnate (2/2)

Next, a black hole opened in thin air.

Strength also from the depths of the aether world was called forth, forming a giant vortex in the air. It instantly swallowed the boundless electricity. However, it did not dissipate after the electricity disappeared. The vortex remained in the air, radiating with wild attraction, swallowing everything it could touch and transforming them to nothingness.

Ye Qingxuan could not tell what the thing was made of even with his Eye of Silence. He could only feel that there was another large hole in the aether sea but it was distorted, shattered, and dragged in by the music theory in the vortex. It was neither warm nor cruel; it was like a natural occurrence but everything that it touched was sucked into the blackness.

It dawned on Ye Qingxuan and coldness spread through his body.

This was the Hole of Destruction from Modifications! It was known as the product closest to total destruction! It was a destructive music score that imitated the signs of the end of the world created by Modifications musicians—the dark vortex that covered the world and swallowed all.

How courageous must one be to put this thing in one's ring and take it around everywhere? The slightest careless mistake could destroy a city! And how irresponsible must a senior be to give something like that to a student for protection and let him bring it to a trial?

Ye Qingxuan had not expected for such talents to be hidden within this group of musicians. His scalp tingled as he tried to keep his body in place, resisting the attraction of the expanding dark vortex.

The vortex was not caring about the musicians under it either. It was battling against the glorious scepter. Boundless light fought with the blackness, creating murky waves in the aether sea.

At the center of the formation, the saint stood on a chariot. His eyes were bloody red. Raising his scepter, countless music theories were interwoven, creating dazzling light and pushing back the Hole of Destruction.

Boom! With a soft sound, the cracked scepter cracked once again. The glorious territory shook violently; the light flickered. In his other hand, the singing skull suddenly opened its eyes. The dark eye sockets stared forward with a soundless command.

The godly army roared. Unsheathing their swords, they charged! The earth shook.

In the crowd, the musician controlled the Hole of Destruction with all his might. His face had turned red and was almost swept into the terrifying shaking. ”The Hole of Destruction can only exist for one minute! What are you waiting for? To die?!”

Before he finished, the anxious Sam let out a long breath. ”I don't care anymore!” Gritting his teeth, he decided to ignore his senior's warnings and pressed down on the Copper Mountain. ”Let me have a good time!”

The Foehn wind whistled. Sam's body shook and lit up with a halo of light. A ball of light bright as the sun emerged in his chest. Replacing his heart, it sent lava through his veins. Half of his body cracked like a turtle's shell. One could see his fiery blood through the cracks.

Behind his head, a red halo gradually solidified into a menacing shadow. It was Agni, the spirit of fire!

The Copper Mountain roared and the Foehn wind billowed. The earth began to shake instantly as countless flames rose from the earth like an abruptly appearing forest. The blue flames transformed into solid spears and instantly swallowed the formation, piercing through it, evaporating it…The scalding temperature scattered with the wild wind, turning the place into a true hell.

Sam walked forward within the forest of fire. Flames licked around him like a throne of molten iron.

He was the incarnate of the spirit!

Miller yelped as he gaped at Sam's figure. ”That guy's able to bond with Agni like that?!”

Baro had not expected for Sam to be this powerful and be acknowledged and deeply bonded with a spirit merely at the Resonance level!

The skull in the saint's hand slowly swept its gaze to Sam. Its song became mournful.

The two warriors manning the chariots beside him suddenly shifted. Mud surged and their bodies reformed. This time, they were two priests with unclear features, war drums, and horns.