Cursed Immortality-Chapter 758: Reel in the Net (8)

Diminutive's almost instant death shocked everyone, especially Golden Constant-51,117, who knew better than anyone what kind of race Diminutive belonged to and was the hardest to kill with his annoying space-type abilities.

However, Jacob didn't even give him the chance to use any of his abilities, but Golden Constant-51,117 still thought it was quite strange, and Diminutive died too easily.

So, this uncanny death of Diminutive brings fear to Golden Constant-51,117 as he starts to panic a little as only three seconds left before Asher would stop using the Soul Serving Formation since it would be akin to cutting off his own flesh if dared to keep using it and no matter what kinds of benefits he promised him, he won't continue.

That's why Golden Constant-51,117 decided to drop all pleasantries. His eyes went icy cold as he quickly sat down cross-legged. A palm-sized runic altar suddenly appeared above his palm as the cube vanished.

The next moment, a phantom of a black-framed hourglass suddenly appeared behind the Golden Constant-51,117. It began to glow as the golden sand within the hourglass started to swirl and decrease.

At the same time, the small altar in Golden Constant-51,117's hand begins to expand, and the runes on it lit up. Without hesitation, Golden Constant-51,117 slammed the altar into a particular area of the ground.

The very next moment, the Soul Serving Formation started to release powerful undulations. At the same time, Asher's figure, surrounded by the eternal light, trembled as the bull phantom behind him became even more vivid, and tinny stars started to appear within its horns.

"What are you doing!?!" Asher's alarmed voice rang with clear panic and disbelief.

He tried to stop the formation and his power, but to his horror, it was completely out of control, and there was no more buffer time, which meant he was completely exposed!

Golden Constant-51,117's resolute voice rang, "I apologized, Sir Prince, but it seemed I've overestimated myself, or it won't be a lie to say that I completely underestimated that kind of sacred entity if there is any.

"Nonetheless, I can't afford to miss this chance even if there's the slightest possibility. Trust me, it's far bigger than your purpose or even your master. So, if I succeed, then I'll compensate you in the future. Right now, please be my sacrifice!"

Just as his voice trailed off, the altar started to shimmer in inky darkness. The golden sand within the hourglass phantom started to drop at an alarming rate, and within a second, it was dropped by half, and even Golden Constant-51,117 was now turned bony.

However, the person who was having the worst time was none other than Asher. As the bull phantom behind was suddenly roaring as the formation was trembling violently, and Asher could feel a powerful force sucking away all of his power.

"YOU sacrilegious bastard!" Asher roared as he tried to break free from his restraints, but no matter what he did, he seemed to be completely stuck on his spot, and his body refused to

move.

He roared in panic, "You madman, stop this at once before it's too late. I won't be the only one who will be punished, but you will be punished as well once 'it' comes here. Don't forget that your entire existence is an act of blasphemy. You'll cease to exist for whatever madness you are pursuing!"

However, Golden Constant-51,117 acted as if he didn't hear it. His hands suddenly started to move, and he performed strange hand signs, leaving behind blurry movement.

The light from the formation was almost blinding. It was more like the surface of the sun, and the pressure released from it was almost breaking past the level of Quasi Legends.

Those who were fighting or busy running for their lives outside suddenly let loose blood- curdling screams as they dropped to the ground, clutching their heads as they felt as if something was cut off their brains.

Jacob also felt powerful soul force pressure, far more terrifying than before, but the Nightmare Flames of Nyx were still strongly resisting everything. So, this misfortune of his remaining five targets turned into a fortune for him!

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Without hesitation, he directly stabbed the closest person, who was actually Mr. 65,100, but Jacob felt his blade pass directly through his body. Astounded, he moved his sword upward and cut off the cloak, and what he saw sent a chill running down his spine.

It was a translucent pale figure with strange glowing crimson runic lines on its hominoid body. His face was right from someone's ghastly nightmare: empty eye sockets and mouth, as if they were windows to the eerier darkness, bald head with a crown of bone-like horns filled with runic markings. Calling Mr. 65,100 'Ghost Face' would be an understatement.

He gave off extremely terrifying and creepy vibes, and Jacob could feel an extremely powerful soul force emanating from his translucent body.

'What kind of abomination is he? Is he the Bone Crown Bodach from Ghost Race of Dark Beings that Immortika told me about? No wonder Immortika said, 'You'll know when you see it' when I asked what a 'ghost' looks like in this place.

'I'm still processing the news that there are ghosts among the Dark Beings, and they seem quite high in the hierarchy since they are rare in lesser galaxies and mostly exist in middle galaxies. Although Immortika didn't tell me the reason, I can guess that it has something to do with their bodies and soul force.

"This guy seemed to be nothing but a manifestation of soul force, and because of this formation, he's dying as his soul force is being devoured at an alarming rate to protect himself. Normally, he might've been the most troublesome to deal with since he's clearly immune to physical attacks, but now, that desperate guy is doing me a favor.

'Well, you can't eat a ghost, so I better finish the others off!' Jacob had already given up on Mr. 65,100; that guy was simply too creepy.

However, just when Jacob was about to move on, he noticed something, and his eyes widened.

He saw a black frame hourglass symbol suddenly appear on Mr. 65,100's forehead, and Jacob's heart raced as his eyes turned bloodthirsty with greed!

'He's one of them!'