Angle's Arrogance? My Pact with the Succubus Queen! - Chapter 377: Logan’s Power Plummets and Is He Hurt?
Chapter 377: Chapter 377: Logan’s Power Plummets and Is He Hurt?
Kane turned his head, looking at Logan, whose aura was wavering. His voice was low as he spoke: “The Devouring Rule can swallow time, but it cannot swallow destruction. My blade is made to cleave the Void.”
Three hundred meters away, at the front of the United Legion, Violet’s body was tense.
Her golden slit eyes never blinked as she stared at the center of the battlefield. Her fingers clutched the staff in her hand so tightly that her knuckles turned a bloodless, ghostly white from the pressure.
Only when she saw the black hole collapse and Logan retreat safely did her tension finally ease.
But she still dared not let her guard down. The royal totem markings around her body remained ready to strike at any moment.
Nel, standing beside her, had already split into twelve physical avatars, standing guard at the front of the formation.
Bobbi’s three-layer Phase Folding traps were also already deployed at the front lines.
Soul-Devourer’s black vortex body churned violently, letting out an angry shriek.
He had never expected his full-power Void black hole to be sliced apart by Kane’s single strike. Worse, he couldn’t believe that two people far below his own stage could block his Demigod-stage Rule attack.
Black Devouring Rule swirled wildly around him, preparing for the next round of assault.
But before Soul-Devourer could act again, the one beside him, the Soul-Devouring Entity, moved. His gray misty body spread out in mid-air, instantly covering a radius of a hundred meters.
Within the mist, hundreds of millions of twisted, agonized human faces appeared.
Every face let out a piercing shriek, carrying a power capable of tearing souls apart.
The Soul-Devouring Entity launched the ultimate move of the Soul Rule: Ten Thousand Souls’ Devouring Bite.
Millions of Soul Impact waves hit Logan’s brow simultaneously.
They aimed to pierce Logan’s mind defenses, tear open his Soul Sea, and completely devour his soul’s origin.
These were soul attacks that were impossible to fully guard against; even a fellow Demigod could easily die on the spot with the slightest mistake.
The shrieks sounded like fine steel needles, making temples throb painfully.
Even the low-level warriors three hundred meters away, protected by barriers, were clutching their heads and squatting on the ground, their eardrums bleeding from the pressure.
Logan’s pupils contracted violently.
He immediately retracted his control over Space and Time rules, focusing all his mind on the Soul Rule.
Right hand gripping the Chains of the Soul, gray-white rule chains spun wildly around him. Countless chains interwove to form an impenetrable net-like barrier in front of him. Each chain bore the Demigod-stage Soul Rule mark left by Nyarlathotep.
But the moment millions of soul-body spikes hit the chain-net, a sharp sizzling sound erupted.
The gray-white rule chains collided with the gray soul-spikes, continuously annihilating each other in the void. Cracks quickly formed across the soul barrier.
Blood dripped from the corners of Logan’s mouth; red blood flowed from all seven orifices.
His Soul Sea was hit with unprecedented violent force. Within his five-helix DNA, the gray-white helix representing the Soul Rule shook violently, and cracks on its surface widened further.
Logan’s power level dropped from 81 stars straight down to 68 stars.
His body swayed slightly, showing he had borne an immense burden.
Just then, Nyarlathotep’s voice echoed within Logan’s Soul Sea: “Let me handle this! The Soul Rule is my specialty. I will not let anyone be reckless in my presence!”
Logan hesitated not a moment.
In an instant, he opened his soul defense permissions and handed full control of the Chains of the Soul over to Nyarlathotep.
The next second, a vast, overwhelming Demigod-stage soul pressure erupted from the center of Logan’s brow.
Gray-white Soul Rule waves expanded outward in rings, colliding head-on with the power of the Ten Thousand Souls’ Devouring Bite.
The gray soul-body spikes were instantly shattered into pieces by the gray-white waves.
The Soul-Devouring Entity screamed in pain, its spread-out misty body contracting violently. In the gray giant eye formed by its will, an unconcealable fear appeared: “Damn it, retreat!”
Its misty body instinctively retreated nearly ten meters, clearly shocked and intimidated by Nyarlathotep’s Demigod pressure.
Logan’s left pupil suddenly shrank.
He seized the split second as the soul-devouring entity retreated, his left hand gripping the emerald Staff of Creation. He slammed it violently into the ground beneath him.
Emerald light from the Creation Rule spread from the staff, flowing along the edges of the spatial fragments to cover the surrounding terrain.
He was about to unleash the power of the Creation Rule: Rebirth of Life.
A green radiance traced backward in mid-air.
The five soul fragments of the Ancient Beast Clan warriors, previously swallowed by the soul-devouring entity, were slowly captured by the Creation Rule one by one.
Within the green glow, these fragments began to reassemble and take shape.
Five semi-transparent spirit forms slowly opened their eyes, their gazes regaining clarity.
They were still wearing the armor of the Ancient Beast Clan. Their wounds were rapidly healing thanks to the nourishment of the Creation Rule.
Even the tooth marks left by the soul-devouring entity on the shoulder of one warrior’s armor vanished in the light.
The five warriors looked at Logan standing before them and knelt on one knee in unison. Their voices trembled with the relief of survival: “Thank you, Lord, for reshaping our souls.”
Watching this scene, the soul-devouring entity’s misty body shook even more violently.
He finally realized that the Creation Rule in Logan’s hand could actually repair souls damaged by his own Devouring Rule. This was a complete counter to his Devouring Rule.
Realizing he could not stay any longer, the soul-devouring entity curled up its mist and fled rapidly to the rear.
The situation on the battlefield shifted subtly at this moment.
Soul-Devourer, watching his ally the soul-devouring entity suffer one defeat after another, grew even angrier within his black vortex body.
He couldn’t believe that three Demigods working together had been rebuffed one after another by just two juniors.
Letting out a deafening roar, Soul-Devourer prepared to unleash another Void Black Hole, aiming to swallow the entire battlefield.
But just then, Space-Ripper, who had been hiding at the rear of the battlefield, finally moved.
His transparent crystal body flashed rapidly in mid-air.
The space cracks on both sides of his arms expanded to dozens of meters wide.
He was about to unleash the ultimate move of the Space Rule: Plane Cutting.
The void between Logan and Kane was forcibly torn apart at that very instant.
A pitch-black space crack stretched between the two of them, with chaotic internal space currents raging wildly inside the rift.
The width of the crack expanded rapidly until it reached a full hundred meters.
The entire battlefield was forcibly split by this crack into two independent zones.
The space currents torn from the crack ground the rocks on the surface into fine dust.
Logan’s pupils contracted violently.
He immediately raised his left hand, activating his Space Shield, trying to stabilize the space structure around him.
But the Devouring Rule of Space controlled by Space-Ripper had a much higher priority than Logan’s Space Rule.
The ground beneath Logan’s feet, along with the space surrounding him, was completely cut and separated.
In an instant, he was isolated inside a hundred-meter circular fragment of space, with his connection to the outside world severed. He could no longer sense Kane’s location.
Even the sounds he tried to send out were completely swallowed by the space currents, unable to escape a single syllable.
On the other side of the crack, Kane looked at Logan’s vanished figure and let out a furious roar.
Clutching the Blade of Destruction with both hands, the golden light of the blade surged again. He slashed violently at the space crack before him.
He intended to cleave through this spatial barrier and save the isolated Logan.
But when his blade strike hit the crack, it only created a ripple in the space.
Space-Ripper was outside, constantly repairing the structure of the crack.
This was already the fifteenth time Kane had launched a full-power attack.
Each heavy strike was consuming his already dwindling life force.
The old wound in his chest, left by the Origin Devourer, finally burst completely open under the continuous drain.
Golden god blood sprayed from the wound like a fountain, staining the armor on his chest and soaking the blade of the Blade of Destruction.
God blood dripped onto the black volcanic rock, sizzling as it burned tiny holes and sent up puffs of white smoke.
Kane’s Demigod-stage aura plummeted rapidly. The golden chains of destruction that had wrapped around him faded away completely, vanishing into nothingness.
A massive wave of weakness washed over his entire body.
Kane could no longer hold himself up. He dropped to one knee, digging the blade of his Blade of Destruction into the ground to support his own weight.
His gray eyes were filled with exhaustion and panic as he stared fixedly at the space crack before him.
His chest heaved violently, and he gasped for air, muttering to himself in a low, strained voice: “Logan… hold on! I’m coming to save you!”
Three hundred meters away, at the front of the United Legion, Violet witnessed the entire process of Logan being cut off from the rest of the world.
Her golden slit pupils shrank sharply. Her fingers trembled as she clutched her staff, letting out a suppressed gasp.
“Master!”
A Saint-level aura at the 48-star level instantly erupted from her body. She was about to rush into the arena and break through the space crack to save Logan.
But the moment she took a step, she was stopped dead by Nel and Bobbi.
Nel’s twelve physical avatars appeared all at once, forming a wall in front of Violet. Her voice was urgent. “Don’t go! Space-Ripper is waiting right next to that crack. If you go now, you’ll get cut off just like Master!”
Bobbi’s Phase Folding spear trembled slightly in her hand. In an instant, three layers of spatial barriers unfolded in front of Violet, blocking her path.
Violet stared at the space crack in the center of the battlefield, her golden eyes filling with tears.
She squeezed her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms until blood trickled down from her fingertips.
She could clearly feel Logan’s aura fluctuating wildly within the spatial fragment.
But there was nothing she could do. She could only watch helplessly as her Master was trapped inside a cage.
Space-Ripper stood firmly in front of the space crack, his transparent crystal body acting as an unbreakable wall.
He had blocked every single path that could break through the spatial barrier and rescue Logan.
His goal was clear: completely isolate Logan and Kane, then kill them one by one.
First, he would deal with Logan, who controlled five rules. Then, he would team up with Soul-Devourer and the soul-devouring entity to slay Kane, who was currently in a severely weakened state.
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