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Chapter 363 Chapter361-The Last Stand

Luther\'s face contorted with fury as he bellowed, "Be careful, Ethan! Elida\'s powers of seduction are uniquely potent. They can bewitch the mind, compelling you to act in ways you normally wouldn\'t."

Alarmed, Ethan leaped into the air, narrowly evading the dual tendrils.

His Dragonblade shimmered brilliantly, resonating with the ancient and epic tales embedded within its dragon bone.

With a roar resembling a dragon\'s cry, Ethan swung his blade at the tendrils.

A light blade, seemingly capable of splitting the heavens, slashed through, severing the tendrils once again.

But in the next instant, a pink halo emerged on the tendrils, rapidly regenerating them.

Even the two severed pieces swiftly healed, turning into four writhing tendrils, undulating within the confines of the cabin like sinister seaweed.

Ethan\'s heart raced with panic.

"What do we do now?" he urgently asked, turning to Luther.

But Luther was in even graver danger.

His surroundings were swarming with the pink tendrils, now so numerous they threatened to crush and suffocate him.

It seemed Luther\'s use of the Heart of Fragmentation, and its sword aura, had only multiplied the tendrils by slicing them into pieces.

"How should I know?" Luther gasped for air, desperation in his voice. "Find its weakness quickly, or I\'m a goner."

Ethan, no longer daring to let his guard down, mentally activated the Thunder Language of Nature, cloaking himself in its protective embrace.

He darted and weaved through the tendrils\' assault, as quick and unpredictable as lightning.

But what was the solution?

Ethan\'s eyes intensely focused on the Magic Circle, searching for a vulnerability.

The only way to destroy the tendrils was to find a flaw in the Magic Circle.

But where was the Magic Circle\'s weak point?

Elida\'s long eyelashes began to flutter; she was becoming aware of the tumultuous changes happening outside. She wanted to open her eyes.

Ethan\'s muscles around his eyes twitched uncontrollably, as a sense of crisis rolled over him again and again.

No more hesitations. Ethan shook his head slightly and, with gritted teeth, thrust his Blasphemous Spear forward.

The spear, now a convergence of the Flame Language of Nature and the Frost Language of Nature, each occupying one half, was intertwined in the middle with the runes of the Thunder Language of Nature.

Yet this alone seemed insufficient. Ethan once again infused a strand of power of deity into the spear.

Suddenly, the spear buzzed and vibrated intensely, emitting a dazzling four-colored light, too brilliant to gaze upon directly.

With renewed force, Ethan lunged forward, the spear carrying the Unerring Rule, piercing straight into the Magic Circle.

The Magic Circle, with its immense force, clamped down on the spear, rendering Ethan unable to withdraw it.

Furrowing his brow and glaring fiercely, Ethan roared, "Explode now!"

Wrapped in the power of deity and the three types of Nature Languages, the spear exploded with a tremendous force.

Ripples of shock surged through the Magic Circle, creating a fine crack in it. The surrounding tendrils, like disconnected power lines, became limp and lifeless.

Ethan thought he could almost hear the wails emanating from the tendrils.

Sensing the loosening grip of the tendrils, Luther quickly freed himself.

But there was no time for rest. Elida\'s eyes snapped open suddenly.

From her body emerged a pink mist, exuding an overwhelmingly seductive aura.

Luther bellowed fiercely, his Heart of Fragmentation swinging out in a wide arc.

A sword aura, shaped like a crescent moon, raced towards Elida with lethal intent.

Elida\'s heart tightened as she waved her hand, sending a cloud of pink mist to envelop the oncoming sword aura.

This pink mist affected only living beings or creatures with consciousness. The sword aura, lacking any sense of self, was the perfect counter to Elida\'s mist.

Elida attempted to flee, but how could she outrun the swift sword aura?

A bright light pierced through Elida\'s body, leaving her rigid in mid-air, before she plummeted onto the wooden cabin with the last of her strength.

Remarkably, the cabin, constructed of special materials, didn\'t collapse under the impact.

Elida lay motionless on the ground, devoid of life.

With the demise of its master, the Magic Circle ceased to function, its light fading away like dying bulbs.

"Is she dead?" Ethan asked cautiously, still wary from his earlier entrapment in Elida\'s illusions.

Luther, with his swordheart, was the natural nemesis to such beguiling powers.

"She\'s gone for good," he confirmed.

Ethan sighed, his voice tinged with complexity, "Where do all these people come from? Each one so skilled. How could such powerful individuals willingly become mere vessels?"

Luther shook his head slowly, exhaling deeply, "Deityforsaken Land isn\'t exactly a place for settlement, yet some strong individuals choose to stay. Perhaps they\'ve sold their souls to demons, hoping to exchange them for a chance at divinity."

Both fell into a moment of contemplative silence.

Luther gazed out towards the sky, where the first hints of dawn were starting to show.

Unnoticed, the night had almost passed.

"We still have Sebastian to deal with, then we\'re free. Let\'s quicken our pace," he said, turning to leave.

Ethan followed, both of them silent as they approached Sebastian\'s cabin. Surprisingly, the door swung open on its own.

Instantly, Luther and Ethan readied themselves for combat.

"What\'s happening? Sebastian\'s awake?"

"It shouldn\'t be," Luther muttered, perplexed.

"The effect of Hypnotic Perfume is significant. It was meant for all three, but we only used it on two. In theory, Sebastian shouldn\'t wake up until dawn."

"So, what is this then...?"

"I don\'t know, but we have no way back now."

Applause echoed from inside the cabin. Sebastian emerged, clapping slowly, a handsome smile gracing his features:

"A fine predicament indeed, \'no way back,\' you say."

Ethan suddenly realized something unsettling.

Throughout this ordeal, he had grown familiar with Elida, even conversed with Herman, but Sebastian remained a complete enigma.

Despite Sebastian\'s strikingly handsome appearance, Ethan found his memory of Sebastian was like a blank slate.

How could this be? Ethan saw him every day; why then was his memory of Sebastian so empty?

Luther twirled his sword casually and spoke, "You\'re awake?"

"Yes," Sebastian stretched languidly, "That Hypnotic Perfume really is a marvelous sleep aid. Without it, I doubt I would have slept so soundly."

Ethan\'s heart pounded like a drum, his blood rushing with anticipation.

Sebastian\'s casual remark about Hypnotic Perfume, a substance most would dread to touch, being referred to as a mere sleep aid, sent chills down his spine.

Just how powerful was Sebastian?

Ethan could sense Luther\'s body tensing up, sword aura swirling around them, as if battling an unseen force.

"How long have you been awake?" Ethan asked, seizing the opportunity to probe. "Did you witness us killing Herman and Elida?"

Sebastian\'s gaze shifted to Ethan, a cryptic expression in his eyes:

"I didn\'t see Herman\'s end, but I witnessed Elida\'s. You\'re quite strong."

Ethan involuntarily leaned back, his muscles tensing reflexively.

Sebastian\'s confidence was staggering.

To simply watch his fellow companions being killed without intervening, instead choosing to wait in his cabin for the killers to arrive, spoke not just of confidence but of arrogance...

A sharp, almost blade-like smile curved Sebastian\'s lips:

"You two really don\'t hold back, do you? To kill Elida, such a beautiful woman."

"There\'s no mercy in your actions! Even though she had..."

"Shut up," Luther interjected, his eyes flashing with disgust. "If you want to fight, let\'s fight. Save your speeches for God."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow at this response, then nonchalantly waved his hand towards Ethan and Luther:

"Come then, let\'s get on with it. I am the last one standing. Defeat me, and you earn your freedom."

Before Ethan could react, Luther had already sprung forward.

Clutching the Heart of Fragmentation as if he wielded the sword of the world itself, he seemed fearless.

Ethan had intended to continue probing with questions to gauge Sebastian\'s strengths and weaknesses.

However, seeing Luther engage, he had no choice but to leap forward, following closely behind.

Sebastian\'s form became shrouded in a layer of dark mist.

As he moved, the mist swirled around him like a weapon, shockingly able to clash directly with the Heart of Fragmentation.

In that moment, even the Heart of Fragmentation in Luther\'s hand seemed to lose its effectiveness.

In just the blink of an eye, they had exchanged blows over a hundred times.

When Ethan reached them, Sebastian incredibly managed to fend him off with one hand while still battling Luther.

In the sky, white, black, and gold colors collided back and forth, creating a magnificent and powerful spectacle.

The energy from their clash kicked up the soil within the camp, sending waves rippling across the camp\'s Magic Circle.

Suddenly, the three combatants separated, forming a standoff.

Sebastian rubbed his wrist, a slight smile curling on his lips:

"This is interesting. Your strength is indeed remarkable."

Ethan, gasping for breath, was filled with astonishment.

In hand-to-hand combat, he had never feared anyone.

It seemed Sebastian was equally formidable.