Chapter 1785: Witch Attacks!
Chapter 1785: Witch Attacks!
Morgana’s killing intent spread silently.
Unlike Selene’s golden radiance, Morgana’s power did not erupt in a bright and majestic manner. It seeped into the battlefield like poison entering water.
The violet charms around her body cracked one after another, and thin threads of purple starlight stretched outward, connecting to the roots of the Witch God Tree, the scattered pieces of cursed bark, the remnants of Selene’s shattered light, and even the dust floating in the air. In the eyes of ordinary people, it looked beautiful. In the eyes of those who understood witchcraft, it was terrifying.
A witch was most dangerous when she attacked first with preparation.
Everyone in the Divine Realm knew this.
Witches of Stellar Templar did not fight like ordinary cultivators. They did not always compete in strength, speed, or direct power. They studied curses, fate, soul marks, bloodline weaknesses, spiritual threads, and the hidden connections between people and the world around them.
Once a witch was given time to prepare, she could turn the environment into a trap, turn the enemy’s shadow into a prison, and turn the opponent’s own aura into the medium of a curse. Many geniuses who could fight warriors stronger than themselves had died miserably after allowing a witch to move first.
And Max had just given Morgana three moves.
Rosaline stared at the battlefield without blinking. "He is too confident."
Kaiden Voidmere said quietly, "Or perhaps he wants to see her strongest methods."
Orion Starfall grinned, but even he did not laugh this time. "Either way, letting Morgana Starveil attack three times without interruption is something most people would never dare to do."
Morgana heard their words and smiled coldly.
"First move."
The witch raised one finger.
The purple starlight threads around the battlefield suddenly tightened.
"Stellar Witchcraft, Thousand-Fate Needle Burial."
The moment she spoke, countless violet needles appeared in the air around Max. They were not ordinary needles made of energy. Each one was formed from curse power, star divination, and a faint thread of fate.
They did not simply aim at Max’s body. They aimed at the openings in his aura, the tiny pauses between his breaths, the flickers of energy around his joints, and even the spiritual rhythm hidden beneath his dragon scales.
The attack covered every direction, leaving no space to dodge, and more importantly, the needles seemed to adjust themselves according to Max’s movements before he even moved.
Jessica’s face turned pale. "They are predicting his movement."
Caroline’s heart tightened. "No. They are not predicting. They are using the connection between his aura and the battlefield to guide the attack."
Morgana’s smile became cruel.
The Thousand-Fate Needles descended.
Max stood still.
The golden-black dragon scales covering his body gleamed faintly, and the little cursed eye on his left shoulder blinked once as if watching the violet rain fall around him.
Max did not use Divine King Punishment. He did not use the Vein of Speed to escape. He did not even raise Dragonheart at first. He simply allowed the countless violet needles to close in until they were only a short distance away from his body.
Only then did he move.
Dragonheart turned in his hand.
A thin sword circle appeared around him.
It was not a wide slash. It was not a grand technique. It was one simple rotation of the blade, but the moment it formed, a quiet and emotionless sword intent spread outward. The violet needles entering that sword circle began to lose their direction.
Their fate threads were severed. Their curse guidance was cut. Their connection to Morgana, to the Witch God Tree, and to the battlefield itself was sliced apart cleanly.
Needle after needle fell apart.
The first layer dissolved into starlight.
The second layer shattered into dust.
The third layer collapsed before touching his scales.
Within a breath, the Thousand-Fate Needle Burial had vanished.
Max remained exactly where he was, unharmed.
Morgana’s eyes narrowed.
The surrounding geniuses stared silently.
Even Rosaline’s gaze became sharper. She had finally felt it clearly now. That terrifying sword aura, that emotionless severing power, was truly coming from Max. He had not relied on the Sword of the Sword Sovereign alone. It was his own path.
"He is strong!" Even Orion and Kaiden were a little surprised sensing Max’s sword aura.
Max lowered Dragonheart slightly.
"Second move," he said calmly.
Morgana’s expression turned colder.
She had not expected the first move to kill Max. But she had expected it to test the weakness in his defense, leave a faint curse mark, or at least force him to reveal instability. Yet Max had severed the fate-guidance of her attack so cleanly that the entire technique had collapsed before it could touch him. It was as if her witchcraft had met something that did not care about its hidden structure and simply cut the connection supporting it.
"Good," Morgana said softly. "Then let me see if you can cut this too."
She raised both hands this time.
The ground beneath Max darkened.
His shadow stretched unnaturally, then split into many black shapes. Each shadow rose from the ground like a thin, twisted figure, and every one of them had Max’s outline. The shadows opened their eyes, revealing small violet pupils similar to the witch marks Morgana used. At the same time, a huge starry circle appeared above Max’s head, while the roots of the Witch God Tree beneath him pulsed with cursed light.
"Stellar Witchcraft, Mirror Curse of the Seven Dead Shadows."
The seven shadows moved at once.
One attacked his body.
One attacked his bloodline.
One attacked his soul.
One attacked his senses.
One attacked his movement.
One attacked his energy flow.
And the last one attacked the cursed eye on his shoulder, trying to use the Witch’s curse mark as a bridge to drag the entire curse deeper into Max’s existence.
Caroline’s expression changed completely. "Max, careful! She is trying to use the Witch’s mark against you."
For the first time, Nancy’s hand tightened around her sword with real anxiety.
A witch using an existing curse as a medium was far more dangerous than creating a curse from nothing. The little eye attached to Max had already proven impossible to remove or destroy with brute force. If Morgana managed to connect to it, then even Max’s dragon scales might not be able to protect him fully.
Morgana’s eyes flashed with cold delight.
The seven shadows reached Max.
The one targeting the cursed eye arrived first.
But just as its shadowy hand touched the little eye, something unexpected happened.
The little eye blinked.
A faint red-black ripple spread from it.
The shadow froze for an instant.
Max looked down slightly, and his expression remained calm.
"You chose the wrong bridge."