Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1623 - The Assault of the Faceless Clan
Chapter 1623 – The Assault of the Faceless Clan
Both factions froze mid-strike and turned to stare at Liu Wuxie, each of them trying to figure out what he intended.
“Liu Wuxie, what are you trying to say?” Holisse snapped, her patience already frayed. If her daughter hadn’t gotten involved, the Light Elves would never have gone to war with the Dark Elves in the first place.
“Yin and yang govern heaven and earth. Everything in the world follows its own laws, but your two lineages forced those laws out of balance. That’s why you’ve weakened year after year until you ended up like this,” Liu Wuxie declared, leaving no room for them to avoid the truth anymore.
He had learned far too much about the Elven Race from that mysterious rune to keep quiet.
Andaru strode forward and dismissed Liu Wuxie’s words outright. “Utter bullshit! Black magic is the strongest, and light magic will never compare!”
Black magic had taught the dark lineage to fear the light, and that fear had sunk into their bones.
“Since you insist black magic reigns supreme, come on. Hit me with your strongest spell,” Liu Wuxie said, a faint, mocking smile tugging at his mouth as he beckoned Andaru forward.
The inner demon only lay suppressed for now, and any real fight could give it the opening it needed to erupt. Hence, Hua Feiyu tried to step in, but Liu Wuxie stopped him.
“Then watch closely,” Andaru said, his tone sharpening.
He unleashed the dark lineage’s most terrifying magic, second to the Dark Curse itself. “Demon god from ancient times, and in my name, I summon your appearance. Let the sky rain fire, let the seas turn into pools of blood. The gods shall tremble in fear, and all shall return to nothingness. Dark Judgment.”
A colossal ancient demonic god manifested atop roiling black clouds, a massive axe clenched in its hands, swinging downward.
The true horror came with it. Fire rained from the heavens, and the Light Elves immediately pulled back, unwilling to let that spell touch them.
Andaru was in the Earth Immortal Realm, and the magic he invoked carried overwhelming violence.
Around them, the flow of water turned blood-red, and the spell’s pressure surpassed Doom Tempest by more than tenfold.
Grim expressions spread across the faces of the Light Elves because they knew that spell would become their nightmare the moment it struck.
Cheers erupted from the dark lineage as their saint took center stage. Makuvert had created Dark Judgment, and his descendants had refined it until its might surpassed what it once carried.
Darkness thickened across the space itself, and netherwind howled in from the depths of the universe, forcing everyone to clamp their pores shut.
Liu Wuxie stood at the heart of the black storm, facing the demonic god as the god’s axe descended. If he still refused to respond, Dark Judgment would kill him where he stood.
“And here I thought Liu Wuxie was powerful. Even he can only wait for death under Dark Judgment’s attack.”
Many Dark Elves had heard Liu Wuxie’s name, yet they believed the outside world had inflated his legend.
Voices beyond Elven Star had praised him as omnipotent, but to them, he looked ordinary now.
“Something feels off about Liu Wuxie,” a small number of dark-lineage elves muttered. They couldn’t make sense of him because he stood far too calmly. Anyone else would have shattered Dark Judgment the instant it formed.
Rumbles rolled across the heavens as fire, rain, and blood twisted together, painting the sky with a brutal, crimson scene.
Liu Wuxie still didn’t retaliate. He let Dark Judgment close in while strange syllables slipped from his lips in a steady stream.
“He still has time to chant now?” Light and Dark Elves alike stared, completely thrown off by him.
The demonic god’s axe halted in midair just before it could split Liu Wuxie’s skull.
No one understood what had changed, or why the demonic god had frozen. The entire scene turned eerily unnatural.
Andaru immediately pushed his chant harder, pouring magical force into the spell as he tried to seize control again.
“Go,” Liu Wuxie said, lifting a finger. He threaded light magic into the demonic god, and the impossible happened.
The demonic god snapped around and swung its axe at Andaru instead.
Everyone had seen the light Liu Wuxie released, and they recognized it as light magic. The reversal struck like a hammer, leaving the entire crowd stunned and speechless.
Even Andaru couldn’t believe his eyes. A heartbeat ago, he had meant to crush Liu Wuxie, and now his own Dark Judgment turned its blade toward him.
Shock rippled through the light lineage as well. They felt something eerily familiar in the power Liu Wuxie used, a sensation that brushed against their own light magic. It made them wonder if Vandore himself had taught Liu Wuxie.
Andaru panicked and retreated as Dark Judgment crashed down on him, and in the end, Makurat had to step in and dispel the black magic to stop the spell from tearing their saint apart.
Liu Wuxie had stolen control of a peak black spell with a single finger, and that feat shattered everything they believed they understood.
Grave expressions spread across the Dark Elves’ faces. If Liu Wuxie could unravel Dark Judgment so easily, then every other black spell suddenly felt fragile in his hands.
“Liu Wuxie, what exactly are you doing?” Makurat demanded. For the first time, he couldn’t keep his composure.
The light lineage broke into celebration. They were convinced that Liu Wuxie stood with them, and they imagined the future if he taught them that method. In their minds, the light lineage could rule Elven Star outright.
They even started to sing.
“Don’t celebrate yet. Strike me with your strongest spell, too,” Liu Wuxie said, dumping cold water over them before their joy could swell any higher.
Light Elves fell silent and turned to stare at him.
An elder stepped forward, his cultivation sitting at the sixth-level Earth Immortal Realm, far above Andaru’s. “Let me!”
“O’ sacred power, transform into a blade of light. Shatter that evil soul. Holy Spirit Sword!” He cast one of the light lineage’s most powerful magics, and a divine sword formed in the sky before it shot toward Liu Wuxie like a meteor with blinding speed.
Everyone saw that before Liu Wuxie could even react, the Holy Spirit Sword closed in on him, only three feet from his face.
In the next one-thousandth of a second, it could pierce his skull.
Liu Wuxie raised a finger again. He released a lump of black energy, packed with the force of black magic, and it punched straight through the Holy Spirit Sword.
Then he seized it.
The sword snapped around and shot toward the elder who cast it.
The crowd erupted into chaos. They had just watched Liu Wuxie use light magic to steal Dark Judgment, and now they watched him switch to black magic and hijack the Holy Spirit Sword.
Confusion flooded through the crowd, and no one understood the logic behind it, including Hua Feiyu, who watched without grasping what Liu Wuxie aimed to prove.
After the Holy Spirit Sword blasted the elder back, the spell collapsed on its own.
Liu Wuxie didn’t pursue anything further. He only wanted to drill his point into them because if he truly wanted them dead, he could wipe them out with laughable ease.
“Young Master Liu, can you explain what is going on?” Holisse asked, and her tone softened compared to earlier. She knew Liu Wuxie wouldn’t do something like this without a reason.
Makurat’s urgency showed just as clearly on his face.
“To be honest, I know Senior Vandore, and I learned a lot about magic from him. That includes how to break the Dark Curse and the magical insights he researched alongside Makuvert. If you are eager to learn, I’m willing to share everything,” Liu Wuxie said, shaping the truth into a convenient lie.
He didn’t lie completely, as he truly had known Vandore.
Shock slammed into the dark lineage the moment they heard Liu Wuxie claim a connection to Vandore, and none of them could object to hearing their ancestors’ insights.
The Light Elves reacted less fiercely because Vanya had already planted the seed of that story in their minds.
“Y-You know Ancestor Vandore?” Makurat stammered, his voice shaking.
Even though the Dark Elves had enmity with the light lineage, they worshiped Vandore and Makuvert, publicly honoring them as the greatest ancestors the Elven Race had ever produced.
“Young Master Liu, what did the two ancestors say?” Holisse pressed urgently, desperate to learn how much Liu Wuxie truly understood about the Elven Race.
“Light and darkness were always meant to balance and complement each other. The two ancestors began their research to find a way to fuse light and black magic. Something happened later, and they left. But most importantly, they never wanted their descendants to misunderstand their intent and split into two factions,” Liu Wuxie explained, continuing the story without flinching.
If the two factions could turn their hostility into peace, the Elven Race would only benefit because neither faction had ever held a real blood feud to begin with.
“Easy to say, hard to do. How can the two forces ever merge?” Makurat asked. He didn’t doubt Liu Wuxie at all, but fusion like that could never happen overnight.
“I already proved it to all of you. The spells I used carry the essence of the two ancestors’ research,” Liu Wuxie said with a shrug. The magic he displayed came from their work, but each lineage had only ever held half of it.
The ancestors had likely never shared the completed work before they vanished, and Vandore had probably exposed his immortal aura by accident and ascended.
Makuvert likely met a similar fate, lost in his obsession until the celestial realm dragged him away.
“Y-You inherited both ancestors’ legacy?” Makurat asked, shock striking him like lightning.
Holisse’s eyes also filled with disbelief. No one would want to believe a human could inherit the Elven Race’s greatest legacy.
“Then how do you think I broke the Dark Curse?” Liu Wuxie shot back, rolling his eyes at Makurat.
The two ancestors had created the curse, and they had naturally left behind the key to dismantle it.
“I understand…” Makurat said, the suspicion he carried finally hardening into certainty, even if the truth still hit like a hammer.
At that moment, buzzing echoes rippled through the surrounding space as a swarm of Faceless Clan appeared from every direction.
“It’s the Faceless Clan!”
The Faceless Clan had likely sensed the conflict between the two lineages and sent their experts to invade Elven Star. The Elven Race’s magic naturally suppressed them, and hatred between the two races ran so deep that it had become instinct.
Even so, their sudden arrival still felt wrong because years had passed since the two sides had last waged open war.
Thousands of Faceless Clan members drifted in the air like ghosts, and they appeared before Liu Wuxie in a silent, suffocating wave.
