Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 1068: Clash of Flames and Shadows

Chapter 1068: Clash of Flames and Shadows

The earlier capture of Esmus was proof enough.

Within this formation, the humans could coordinate seamlessly and pinpoint their enemies’ locations, achieving surprise attacks with deadly precision.

Nehun had recognized this early on, which was why he fled before Esmus had been trapped.

"I’m not in the mood for idle chatter today," Kenny Lin said coldly, flicking his sword.

In a flash, his figure disappeared.

Nehun’s expression darkened.

Without hesitation, he thrust his trident backward, unleashing a torrent of immense energy.

However, the Yin-Yang Pearl floating in front of Kenny Lin absorbed the power effortlessly, leaving not a trace behind.

Realizing his attacks were ineffective, Nehun ceased his reckless offensives.

Instead, his massive body rammed into the edge of the formation, causing it to shudder violently.

"Something’s wrong! Someone’s targeting the formation’s core—it’s the Dalamandur! He’s here!" Vryss’laar’s anxious voice rang out.

"Hahaha, Vryss’laar, so it really is you. You’ve been a tough prey to track!" The Dalamandur’s mocking voice echoed through their communication jade.

"Go and check it out; leave this to me," Amalia commanded as she suddenly appeared by Kenny Lin’s side.

Without the Sky Viewing Mirror, she couldn’t instantly teleport to the formation core herself.

"Be careful," Kenny Lin warned without hesitation, tossing her the Sky Viewing Mirror before disappearing in a blink.

Nehun was stunned to find his opponent replaced by someone weaker.

A sinister grin crept onto his face as he fixed his eerie gaze on Amalia.

"He’ll regret this decision. I’ll tear you apart alive, just like I did with the other humans."

"So, many humans have fallen to your hands?" Amalia’s tone was calm, almost indifferent.

"You’re surprisingly composed. I know you possess artifacts, but do you really think you can repeat what you did to Esmus when I’m ready for you?" Nehun’s words dripped with malice, but his caution was evident.

The artifacts these humans carried were too numerous and powerful, yet this fact only emboldened Nehun further.

The opportunity to seize such treasures was too tempting to pass up.

"There’s only one way to find out," Amalia replied, drawing her blade.

The weapon radiated an intense, sharp energy, its howling wind carrying an aura nearly equal to Nehun’s own.

Nehun wasn’t surprised.

For someone at the middle of the Deity Transformation stage to dare face a late of the King level Devil like him, they had to have some extraordinary means.

"What about Esmus? Is he dead?" Nehun asked.

"Almost," Amalia replied as she slashed her blade, unleashing a ferocious burst of energy that nearly tore through the fabric of space.

Nehun’s face darkened, and his figure vanished like an arrow, reappearing in front of Amalia.

His trident erupted with a surge of sinister energy, shrouded in ultimate darkness.

Amalia’s eyes gleamed sharply, and with a single slash, her blade erupted with such force that the heavens and earth seemed to tremble.

The strike radiated a piercing brilliance, imposing and domineering, carrying a faint trace of flame.

However, this flame was masked by the overwhelming darkness emanating from her opponent, Nehun, who failed to notice it.

It wasn’t until Amalia’s blade clashed with Nehun’s trident that the black energy recoiled violently, as if it had encountered its natural nemesis.

The powerful sword energy surged forward, obliterating the darkness with an unstoppable force.

The thick black mist recoiled like a tide, retreating with astonishing speed.

Nehun immediately felt the overwhelming force of pure yang energy rushing toward him.

His pupils contracted sharply.

A moment ago, he had arrogantly declared that only the purest yang energy could counter him.

While Kenny Lin’s strange abilities had broken through his defenses earlier, he had convinced himself that Amalia who has lower cultivation than him would pose no such threat.

After the switch, he assumed that defeating this weaker opponent would be effortless.

Without the peculiar techniques of Kenny Lin, he thought victory was guaranteed, provided he exercised some caution.

Yet once again, reality slapped him in the face.

His strength, which had previously felt invincible, now shrank back as though it were a mouse confronted by a cat.

"I don’t believe this!" Nehun roared in fury.

As a proud King level devil, how could he lose to a cultivator in the Deity Transformation stage?

This time, Nehun fully committed himself to the battle.

Even if his opponent’s energy was pure yang, it should have been impossible to bridge such a vast gap in cultivation without matching him in raw power.

No level of pure yang energy could span that difference.

Amalia’s gaze narrowed slightly.

It seemed this devil had yet to realize the true nature of her power.

Initially, she had merely intended to test her strength.

To her surprise, her Phoenix True Flame proved to be the perfect counter to Nehun’s dark energy.

Of course, she recognized her good fortune.

Nehun’s cultivation method happened to be exceptionally vulnerable to Phoenix True Flame.

Otherwise, despite possessing this natural flame, it would have been impossible for her to fight a King level devil to a near standstill.

It was precisely this factor that had given Kenny Lin the confidence to leave her behind.

Nehun’s aura surged to its peak as he hurled his trident into the air.

Black light radiated from the weapon, and energy from all directions converged upon it.

Amalia steadied her mind, lowering her blade with determination.

An even more ferocious power exploded from her weapon, as waves of domineering blade energy crashed violently against the surrounding formation.

With a deafening boom, the formation emitted a resonating hum before collapsing instantly.

Amalia’s expression remained unchanged, as though indifferent to whether the collapse was caused by her.

Across from her, Nehun’s body trembled briefly.

He noticed the formation’s collapse, realizing he was no longer trapped within its confines.

Yet, with the battle at its climax, retreat was no longer an option.

The collapsing formation slowly disintegrated, ejecting everyone from the illusory space back into the grand hall of the immense palace.

Before they could see the others clearly, their attention was immediately drawn to two overwhelming forces clashing with relentless intensity.

The ferocious waves of Amalia’s blade energy swept through the palace, shaking the dome above until it cracked and crumbled, sending shards of stone raining down.