Otherworldly Affairs Office-Chapter 838: The Power of Fusion

Every word and sentence that Flamel spoke was like a giant hammer pounding on Ye Ruozai's chest. Regarding his newly awakened supernatural soul from the myriad phenomena after his instincts transformed, Ye Ruozai knew it better than Flamel did. Precisely because this power was not yet familiar to him and leaned towards aggression, he was afraid of accidentally harming Yao Xuefang's soul when it was injured, hence he did not use his abilities to assist.

After the initial confrontation with the combined Flamel, Ye Ruozai knew that just by himself, he couldn't harm Flamel's soul. So he could only take an alternative approach and turn his attack into entrapment. But this was like forcibly transforming a sharp longsword into a pair of iron pliers, trying to clamp down on a tiger far beyond its own strength.

At this moment, Ye Ruozai was essentially draining his body, virtually stopping the opponent's advance in a life-for-a-life manner!

"Cough! Ugh!" As the recoil transferred from the opponent's body caused Ye Ruozai to vomit a large mouthful of blood, the anger on Flamel's face gradually turned to mockery. Having already broken most of the constraints, he lightly raised his arm to further strike down the so-called genius's pride. He also sought to make Pei Yan, who he was about to annihilate, feel more guilt and pain. He traced a circle in the air, and as he continued to cross his hands back and forth, a brilliant magic array appeared before him.

As he began his magic incantation anew, another voice drifted from the void: "Do you think it's heroic to sacrifice your life to successfully stop me from casting a spell? If I told you that all you did was in vain, would you be disappointed? Yes! I am indeed casting a forbidden spell. If any mage, witch, or even my normal self were forcibly interrupted while casting a forbidden spell, they would suffer backlash and grievous injury, perhaps even death! But that applies to ordinary mages, not to who I am now!"

While speaking, Flamel moved his fingertips back and forth in mid-air, instantly creating numerous fissures in the void before him.

In one of these fissures, Pei Yan and his sister could clearly be seen, and they could also see the presence within.

After completing this, Flamel continued casting the forbidden spell while using his elemental energy to reverberate through the air and transmit his voice: "Who is the Child of Origin? We are the ones chosen by the supreme Spirit Lord to inherit their legacy, accompany them throughout life, and become powerful! In this world, the Spirit Lord is a god, and we are the closest to them! When two Children of Origin unite and transcend the ninth tier, we can even attain power comparable to the gods! For us, seamlessly grafting back a forbidden curse interrupted mid-cast is trivial!"

"Forbidden Curse! Doomsday Burning City!" At the end of this chant, Flamel clenched his fists tightly, and the earth beneath abruptly cracked without warning. Volcanoes spewed scorching flames, and in an instant, lava spread across the entire land. This was just the beginning. Under Flamel's command, massive fireballs condensed from lava soared into the sky.

"Meteor Fire Rain!"

In no time, fiery rain cascaded down, painting both the sky and ground with blazing red. Exhausted and unable to escape, Ye Ruozai swayingly resigned himself to his fate. At that moment, a figure flashed by, carrying him into a fissure leading to a parallel space.

"It's useless! Here we suffer to satisfy his sadistic tendencies, buying only a little time." Lying powerless in the mechanical clone Pei San's embrace, Ye Ruozai said weakly.

"Master, my directive is to bring you alive into the parallel space. He thanks you for buying some time for them, and they will soon complete it!" The mechanical Pei San, oblivious to the protective shield on its back being mostly destroyed by lava, persisted in carrying out Pei Yan's orders to flee madly through the fiery rain with Ye Ruozai in his arms.

Seeing this, Flamel sneered and raised his arms. Two streams of searing lava immediately rose from the ground, transforming into two winged fire dragons. With a point of his finger, they spewed flames in the direction Pei San was fleeing, closely pursuing. Wherever the fire dragons flew, the ground's lava leaped up, leaving torrents that continuously infused into the dragons' bodies, making them grow even more massive.

Shortly after Pei San rushed into the parallel space fissure with Ye Ruozai, the trailing fire dragons, along with the rolling sea of flames, also plunged in headfirst. Instantly, the entire parallel space fissure was filled to the brim with molten lava.

No one in or outside the arena dared to breathe, intently watching this battle, which had far exceeded the original specifications of the swordplay tournament. From the moment Flamel merged with Moira, the Grand Elders of the Three Mansions of the Immortal Palace, who arrived to strengthen the tournament space array's defenses, knew something was amiss. While they were hurriedly fortifying the competition space, a divine light descended from heaven, enveloping the entire tournament sphere.

At that moment, realizing what unfolded, the elders were startled. It was Spirit Venerable Lin Ruxue, the core of origin, intervening across dimensions to balance and maintain the array. When disciples knelt in gratitude to the Spirit Venerable, they might have doubted whether such a contest merited such attention from the esteemed one, but at this moment all such doubts vanished without a trace.

High-tier spells don't need incantations, forbidden curses don't require pre-prepared scrolls; they can be cast with just a word, even reattached after being interrupted. Witnessing the apocalyptic scene on the screen, who could still harbor any doubt? Even an ordinary ninth-tier expert couldn't achieve such power!

Everyone's eyes were now focused on the narrow fissure in space. No column of light has fallen from the sky, and no one has been transmitted out, indicating the three who escaped into the space are still in the arena, still alive!

Why say "should"? Because even the elders who have long overseen the tournament space couldn't guarantee whether the three, along with the transmitter bands, would survive long enough before being utterly consumed by the towering flames, leaving not even a trace of bone behind!

"It's moving! Look, the lava inside the fissure seems to be moving!" Gu Shenghui, his fists clenched so tightly they bled, stared at every detail on the screen with bloodshot eyes. When he saw the seemingly solidified magma that had frozen after the fire dragons charged into the parallel space begin to churn outward, he couldn't contain his excitement and shouted, pointing at the screen.

He didn't need to shout for everyone in the audience to notice. They all stood from their seats, focusing on the screen, holding their breath, awaiting the conclusion of this duel.