Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 329 Dark King Wen Tai

The methods employed by this group of black-robed figures, who suddenly appeared and whose identities were unknown, far exceeded everyone's expectations.

Not only can they wield pure dark power, but some of them, with particularly profound auras, can even chant ancient contract incantations to communicate with the dark dimension using their own souls as a medium.

Accompanied by a tooth-grinding sound of space tearing apart, unstable, dark portals were forcibly opened beside them!

Countless mind-altering roars and howls emanated from within the door, followed by a swarm of dark creatures of various grotesque forms, composed entirely of negative energy and otherworldly matter—such as Shadow Hounds and Soul Eaters!

These monsters from the dark dimension are utterly irrational, obeying only the will of their summoners. They frantically pounce on the surrounding Titans, tearing at their hard stone skin with claws, fangs, and corrosive energy, briefly disrupting the Titans' offensive rhythm.

However, this is just the beginning.

The black-robed man at the head of the group glanced at the vast water barrier that Poseidon had erected, isolating the world from the heavens and the earth. He and his four companions quickly took their positions in a mysterious location, their auras merging into one through dark magic, and simultaneously began chanting a long and obscure incantation.

Endless dark energy poured out from their bodies and gathered in the air. It was not a simple superposition, but a qualitative transformation!
A surging black river, composed entirely of the purest power of nothingness and annihilation, appeared out of thin air. It had no sound of waves, and wherever it passed, even light and sound were completely swallowed up, leaving a chilling silence!
This is a combined cast of the forbidden dark spell, "Dark River of Whispers."

It crashed directly into Poseidon's azure water curtain!
Then the darkest river water and the vast ocean waves clashed and canceled each other out, and the water curtain barrier was quickly corroded and melted by the dark river, creating a huge gap!

The men in black robes successfully tore a temporary path for Parthenon to survive!

Their offensive did not stop.

Their attention shifted to the newly emerged Hestia, surrounded by an eternal hearth.

Five of the men in black robes flashed with a resolute light in their eyes. They burned all the remaining life force and soul essence of themselves, pouring their power into the one in the center.

The man was enduring unimaginable pain; his body was even beginning to crack, but he still managed to raise his hands with great difficulty.

A gigantic, gray scythe-like phantom, seemingly capable of reaping the souls of gods, rapidly materialized above his head!
The scythe is entwined with countless wailing phantoms of souls, exuding an aura of absolute death and end [Giant Reaper's Scythe]!
The giant scythe cleaved through space, carrying a chilling aura that could freeze one's soul, as it slashed toward Hestia!

The power of fire and death clashed violently, erupting into a sky full of billowing black mist and flames.

The Eternal Flame surrounding Hestia was also flickered by the attack, and she let out a muffled groan filled with pain and anger, clearly having been impacted.

However, after unleashing this attack far exceeding his limits, the man in black robes seemed to have all his support drained away. His body trembled violently, the light in his eyes dimmed completely, and he fell straight down.

What's even more chilling is that the moment the body falls to the ground, it dissipates rapidly into the finest black dust, just like a weathered sand sculpture, completely annihilating even the fluctuations of the soul, leaving no trace of its existence.

This is the ultimate price for borrowing power beyond the limits from the Dark King—a complete sacrifice, annihilation of both body and soul.

Just as this tragic sacrifice was taking place, in a corner unnoticed by anyone, beneath the cold "corpse" of the former saintess, Yi Zhi Sha, who had already been confirmed to be severely injured and "dead," an incredibly complex and massive magic circle composed of countless twisted shadow runes silently lit up.

A vast, boundless power of darkness poured down from the void, forcibly infusing it into her lifeless body.

Under the horrified gazes of the few people around her, the terrible wound on Izusa's chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, her pale skin regained its luster, and even... she suddenly opened her eyes!
But after her resurrection, Izusa's expression and demeanor had completely changed. Those beautiful eyes that were once full of ambition and scheming now only had an ancient and indifferent look that had endured countless years, and the depths of her eyes seemed to reflect the coldness and death of the entire dark plane.

She (or rather, "he") slowly stood up, her movements slightly stiff, yet carrying an indescribable air of authority.

She slightly turned her neck, looking around at the Parthenon, now a ruin and scorched earth. Her eyes revealed an extremely complex emotion, a vague recollection of the past, a faint sense of loss and change, but more than anything, a condescending scrutiny.

At this moment, the one controlling this body is no longer Izusa herself.

Her soul remained dormant, while her body was briefly taken over by the will from the deepest part of the dark plane—Dark King Wentai—across endless time and space!

Her gaze swept across the Titans on the battlefield, who were like moving mountains, and finally, across the chaotic battlefield, landed precisely on the beautiful star goddess Soraka, who stood proudly on Zeus's shoulders.

A slightly hoarse voice came from Izusa's throat, "Who exactly are you? Why are you determined to put me, Parthenon, in such a hopeless situation?"

Before she could finish speaking, a chilling and terrifying aura locked onto Soraka from afar!
That was the oppressive aura of the Dark King. Even though it was greatly restricted due to crossing planes, its immense power was still enough to make ordinary forbidden spellcasters tremble.

Seeing that Parthenon was on the verge of destruction, Ventae could no longer stand idly by.

Although intervening in the present world comes at a great cost and is limited in power, he must still take action to test the waters.

She raised Izusa's hand and casually moved it forward a little.

A wisp of annihilating dark power shot straight into Soraka's heart!
Despite the attack from the Dark Lord, Soraka's beautiful face remained calm and composed.

She slightly raised her slender hand, palm facing forward.

A barrier composed of countless shimmering stars instantly unfolded before her.

"puff--"

The terrifying dark power struck the star barrier, only causing a tiny ripple before vanishing without a trace, failing to shake it in the slightest.

Soraka easily blocked the probing attack. She looked at Izusa, who was now under Wentai's control, her eyes still deep and calm, as if she had already seen through everything.

"The blood feud between us Titans and Parthenons is etched in our very being, spanning millennia! Do we need any other reason to attack them?!"

Soraka did not respond; instead, Zeus, the golden titan beside her, let out a deafening roar.

A surge of thunderous power coursed wildly around him, fueled by his rage.

"But you, sir—the power surging within you clearly originates from that deepest darkness! This power is diametrically opposed to the sacred mountain of Parthenon. Why then do you forcibly intervene and wade into the murky waters of Parthenon? What exactly do you intend to do?"

(End of this chapter)