Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots-Chapter 778 - 353: One Punch, Blown to Bits (Part 4)
Malaki’s seven-pronged attack melted away before the light beam like candles under the blazing sun, vanishing instantly.
The light beam continued forward, piercing directly through Malaki’s chest, leaving an unfathomable void behind him.
"Aaaah——!"
Malaki let out a heart-wrenching scream, his seven heads twisted in extreme agony.
The massive wound in his chest was rapidly rotting and spreading at a visible pace.
Bradish joined the battle as well, countless fleshy tentacles winding towards Chai Ye’s limbs like an octopus.
These tentacles compressed the resentments of millions of lives, each one possessing its own consciousness and malice.
"Is that all you’ve got?"
Chai Ye sneered disdainfully, flapping all six wings simultaneously.
The sharp wing blades sliced through the air, leaving six pitch-black fissures.
These fissures, as sharp as blades, instantly severed most of the tentacles.
The severed tentacles writhed frantically on the ground, ejecting thick black liquid from their severed ends.
This liquid had a strong erosive nature, not only corroding matter but also contaminating the spirit.
But Chai Ye didn’t care at all, its six arms spinning like a meat grinder, instantly pulverizing any flesh that came close.
Even more terrifying, each attack fueled its desire to fight, letting its power continuously climb.
The scale of the battle kept expanding.
Malaki, enduring the sharp pain in his chest, summoned his Legion of Original Sin.
Countless twisted figures surged from the void, once tortured to death, now mere aggregates of pure malice.
Aggatha fully unfolded her domain of corrosion, everything within sight beginning to rot rapidly.
Bradish expanded his fleshy body infinitely, trying to use sheer numbers to suppress Chai Ye.
Its body split into millions of independent units, each with different attack methods and skills.
The entire Soul Abyss trembled in this battle.
Chai Ye’s every attack could tear space, leaving permanent scars in the void.
The retaliation from the Supreme Apostles was equally terrifying, their reality-warping abilities turning the entire area into a nightmare battleground.
If this battle occurred in the Main World, the shockwaves would obliterate star systems within several light years.
Even small stars would be annihilated into dust under such power impacts.
But the result of the battle was beyond doubt.
Chai Ye’s combat style was extremely frenzied yet exquisite.
It didn’t solely rely on brute force, instead perfectly combining absolute power with honed skills.
The three dragon heads acted independently, able to handle enemies from multiple directions, coordinating seamlessly;
Six arms spun in harmony, combining offense and defense, forming an impeccable combat system;
Each flap of the six wings summoned space storms, neutralizing enemy attacks effortlessly.
Even more frightening was Chai Ye’s regeneration ability.
Even when hit by enemy attacks, its wounds would heal instantly, and each injury would kindle an even stronger fighting spirit.
"You dare challenge me with such paltry skills?"
Chai Ye’s left dragon head bit one of Malaki’s heads, twisting forcefully, tearing it off instantly.
Golden dragon blood mixed with the green blood of the Apostle, forming a bizarre spiral pattern in the air.
The central dragon head simultaneously punched Aggatha in the chest.
The body of the Corrosion Mother was blasted away like a cannonball, leaving a green trail in the void.
The right dragon head opened its massive jaws, directly devouring most of Bradish’s body.
The flesh sculpture let out a wail of despair, the few remaining tentacles struggling madly but unable to break free from the dragon’s grip.
The battle went on for an unknown duration, yet Chai Ye’s advantage became more apparent.
Though riddled with injuries, its left dragon head was mostly corroded by Malaki’s venom.
Two of the six wings were dissolved by Aggatha’s corrosive powers, and its body bore wounds from Bradish’s flesh attacks.
Yet these wounds only made it more frenzied.
Meanwhile, its opponents were nearing collapse:
Malaki had three of his seven heads torn off, the remaining heads barely clinging to life;
Aggatha’s body’s degree of rot was exponentially worse than usual, seemingly on the verge of complete disintegration;
Bradish was left with less than a third of his flesh, barely managing a feeble struggle. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
"Enough!"
Maggs finally had enough, intervening to stop the now uncontrollable "internal conflict."
Numerous black threads erupted from his body, instantly filling the entire battlefield.
The threads seemed delicate, but the power they contained was terrifyingly strong.
Even Chai Ye couldn’t escape this binding.
The threads not only restricted the body but directly anchored on a deeper level.
"It’s always like this, Chai Ye."
Maggs’ "voice" carried an obvious tone of fatigue and helplessness:
"Can’t you stay calm for a moment? We’re already miserable as prisoners, must we slaughter each other?"
