CHAPTER 380: CHAPTER 380: WINNING THE BATTLE

Inside the Dark Duel Arena.

Lu Jun sensed the six great Star Rivers within his spiritual world radiating light once again, yet he was baffled as to why a high-level Blessing would have an effect on him in his God Ascension State.

After careful inspection, he finally realized that not all Blessing Magic took effect.

For instance, the other two Blessing Marks—Blessing Chant · Empower and Moon Blessing —though they shone brilliantly, the enhancements they provided could not make Tian’s long board become any longer.

Only the High-level Ancient Divine Power, this specific Blessing Magic that restores Mana, could be called the right remedy. After all, his combat power was indeed strong, but in essence, he was still a High-level Mage, and the methods he employed had not surpassed the framework of Magic.

Therefore, it could refuel his reservoir, allowing his Ascension State to last longer—this was the best possible aid for him.

Up to now, Lu Jun had used the Blood Abyss Curse more than a dozen times, fighting countless powerful enemies, and had increasingly realized the flaw of this path—it consumed Mana to an extreme degree.

He had originally thought that once his cultivation rose, his Mana would become much more abundant, and the duration of the Ascension State would lengthen. But now it seemed he was wrong. The time limit was indeed somewhat longer than when he had only two elements at High-level, yet it was still far from supporting the entirety of a full battle.

Because when he transformed into the White Tiger God Ascension, his combat strength grew stronger; energy remained conserved, and naturally the consumption intensified along with it.

At the same time, Lu Jun deeply felt his lack of means to restore Mana. There was only a Curse Element Basic Spell’s Dream Devour effect, which gnawed at Spiritual Force to feed back Mana, and the Water Element Holy Spirit’s Three Lights Divine Water, which gathered starlight to replenish Mana.

Unfortunately, both had limitations. The former was but a Basic Spell of the Curse Element, and how much Mana it could restore was questionable. The latter was limited by the environment, and the Water Element Holy Spirit’s cultivation was only Middle-tier Commander, unable to intervene in a Monarch-level battle.

But at present, Lu Jun could not immediately resolve this problem, and could only slowly make up for it in the future, including resistance to the Poison Element. Perhaps he should imitate Mo Fan and directly find a Parthenon Temple Blessing Element healer as his reliance?

To be fair, he had no further demands of the Blood Abyss Curse. To elevate his strength to the level of a True Monarch at such a small cost—what more could he ask for? Besides, in normal times, his six-element Mana was already abundant enough.

At this moment, relying on the breath of energy he had regained through the Blessing of the Temple Mage, Lu Jun’s vast and mighty power surged once more, his tiger-like gaze fixed intently on the massive swarm of insects coalescing into a dark cloud ahead.

Although Jun Yaojin’s Blessing Power could not compare to that of a Saintess or a Matron, who could instantly restore him to full, it was more than enough to deal with the Dark Sword Master in his final throes.

Then Lu Jun’s semi-transparent eyes gleamed as he activated Fantasy Domain. In a trance, he saw wisps of blazing Faith Power rise upon the battlefield, converging toward him.

This was the positive Faith that had condensed at the moment of crisis in the City-States, when Lu Jun stood forth, seen by all the citizens, Mages, and powerhouses as their savior.

Rumble!!

The next instant, he converted this surging power of Fantasy entirely into the Light Element energy most restraining to Undead. From his entire body poured forth endless pure white radiance, transforming in the void of the Dark Duel Arena into a blazing white sun.

Shriek!! Lu Jun’s brilliance illuminated heaven and earth in blinding white, engulfing the vast black insect cloud. The dark swarm erupted with sharp cries of agony, accompanied by the sizzle of dissolution, inch by inch disintegrating into ashes.

The Dark Sword Master fell!

When all sounds within the Dark Duel Arena settled, only the armor shell of that Sub-Monarch and a slowly rising azure-blue fierce sun remained upon the pitch-black earth.

The former was the corpse of the Dark Sword Master, worth around two hundred million. The latter was the Monarch-level Residual Soul, brimming with vast Soul Energy, hovering in midair, its savage and resentful will stirring terrifying fluctuations, filled with unwillingness.

A Monarch-level creature does not perish easily even in death.

Lu Jun’s face was slightly pale, his Mana nearly exhausted. Seeing this scene, he let out a cold laugh.

Without him even needing to act, the White Tiger Pendant at his chest quivered. The lifelike White Tiger’s eyes glared, executing Soul Capturing Beyond the Netherworld!

The azure Soul in the void let out a mournful wail, scattering into countless strands of Soul Energy, all absorbed into the pendant.

Outside, at the very moment Lu Jun slew the Sub-Monarch, Strategist Fenna and Mo Fan joined forces to pierce through the Warth Sword Servants’ formation, planting one instrument after another into the Mirage Pyramid.

Buzz—!

The colossal and majestic illusion instantly vanished. The eerie nether radiance that had covered the sky disappeared with it, leaving nothing in the basin’s center.

On the battlefield, the vast Undead tide faltered, forced underground by the gradually revealed sunlight. With the Mirage Pyramid gone, there was no longer any reason to defend it, and the horde receded like the ebbing tide.

"The Dark Sword Master is dead, the Mirage has disappeared—we’ve won this battle!"

"Victory, we’ve finally won!!"

The entire City-State erupted in cheers, brimming with joy.

The members of the Huaxia National Institute team and the Parthenon Temple mages all let out a long sigh of relief. Even though this country had nothing to do with them, the feeling of saving lives was undeniably wonderful.

Not long after, the Dark Duel Grounds at the very center of the battlefield that had drawn the attention of all gradually receded, the towering black triangular prism collapsing.

In place, Lu Jun closed his eyes to comprehend. Without borrowing any external force, he had slain a Sub-Monarch with his own strength, meaning that his current combat strength already rivaled the level of Super-tier experts such as Councilman Zhu Meng.

However, he was not conceited. In the future, Mo Fan with full mastery of the High-level, together with several other young experts, had also slain a Dark Sword Master at the Minor Monarch level within Khufu’s Pyramid.

Lu Jun thought to himself: "I also don’t need to belittle myself. My six elements are still far from full mastery. When the time comes, I will definitely be able to accomplish such a feat with my own strength."

In addition, his Curse Element in the battle seemed to have been tempered, the surroundings thick with a curse aura, and it was actually stirring restlessly toward breaking through a bottleneck.

Thus, Lu Jun did not delay. Before the battlefield had even been cleaned up, he sat down cross-legged, absorbing the lingering dark nourishment left behind after the Dark Sword Master’s fall.

Not only that, he also released the Night Thunder Dream Beast. The pyramid was Egypt’s most renowned miraculous construction, and without doubt contained a dense cultural aura, with the dark environment strengthening it, it too was about to step toward the next level.

When Officer Finna and the members of the Huaxia National Institute team found Lu Jun, they saw the sight of one man and one beast cultivating and breaking through right there on the battlefield. They could not help but be dumbfounded—what a ruthless person, breaking through in battle.

Finna immediately ordered people to protect them, instructing: "Do not disturb them, Lu Jun is the hero of City-State, the follow-up here is left to us."

Lu Jun, even in meditation, still retained vigilance toward the outside world. Perceiving this gesture, he secretly nodded. Although unnecessary, he accepted the goodwill and immersed himself in cultivation.

Rumble!

In a moment, he inwardly viewed his spiritual world. A vast black-red star river surged like a tide. With the nourishment of the Ancient King Armor Robe and the White Tiger Pendant, it had already been on the verge of level three. Now there was no obstacle to the breakthrough.

High-Tier, level Three advancement!

In an instant, the Curse Element star river expanded to its limit, colliding with a thick wall like an immortal heavenly chasm—this was the barrier of the Super-tier.

The phantom images of the Kun Earth Ghostfiend and the Qian Heaven Ghostfiend of the Netherworld Ghost Sentence Binding appeared within the star river, nourished by the aura, they climbed step by step and underwent subtle transformations.

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