Rearing Demons
Chapter 116: Rushed Rite

Chapter 116: Rushed Rite

In the heart of the barren battlefield, Yur and Julian clashed fiercely in a brutal, hand-to-hand fight.

Julian was far faster and physically stronger than Yur, his essence much denser and more refined. Yet Yur possessed a higher tier of essence, combined with his memories from Mal’s life, granting him cunning tactics and superior combat techniques. It was solely through these that he narrowly survived each devastating strike.

Fortunately, Julian had tunnel vision, completely ignoring the ritual circle as his eyes burned only with hatred towards Yur.

But Yur was trapped near the ritual, forced to stay within close proximity, limiting his movements severely and putting him at constant risk.

Ritual of Withering Chains!

Chains burst from Yur’s battered body in an endless torrent. With his seemingly inexhaustible essence, Yur relentlessly attempted to bind Julian. But Julian, now a rank-six cultivator, wielded essence so abundant and potent that the chains shattered like brittle glass before his might.

"Die already!" Julian seized Yur’s long, tangled hair, swinging him violently towards the hard earth.

Flames of Incineration ignited fiercely in Yur’s hands as he grasped Julian’s wrist. "Burn!" he growled through gritted teeth, yet Julian merely roared in rage, slamming him brutally into the ground.

BOOM!

Another crater exploded beneath Yur’s body.

Julian’s fist thundered downwards, aimed at Yur’s exposed stomach. Yur barely managed to roll aside, but Julian’s strike mercilessly caught his wing.

RIP!

Yur tore himself away desperately, blood spurting across the ground as his wing shredded violently.

"RAAAAA!"

He released a feral roar, targeting Julian’s ears directly with its piercing sonic assault.

Unfazed, Julian’s boot slammed towards Yur’s face. Yur raised his arms weakly to block.

CRACK!

Bones shattered beneath the blow, the violent impact echoing across the battlefield. Yur swiftly retaliated with a powerful kick, catching Julian off guard and knocking him backwards.

Yet it was futile. Julian was barely moved by the strike, his cold eyes filled with disdain. Yur trembled, acknowledging the harsh truth: I can’t continue like this. My attacks barely harm him.

Though Yur’s flames scorched Julian’s skin, the damage healed swiftly. Yur’s physical strikes were pitifully weak, his speed sluggish. The difference between a rank-two and a rank-six cultivator was an insurmountable chasm.

If it weren’t for the Ritual of the Successor boosting my strength, even a rank-five would’ve killed me by now!

He urgently called out, anger seeping into his voice, Velmira, how long?

I’m done! On my way!Just half an hour!

Her voice echoed clearly, but Yur knew he had to somehow hold on for at least half an hour longer.

Glancing at his battered body, he saw his wings torn, arms dangling uselessly by his sides, legs trembling and riddled with gaping wounds. His jaw hung grotesquely, dislocated, his face a swollen, bloodied mess.

Yet Julian stood opposite him—perfect, unscathed, radiating power and cold fury.

"Yur, you’re worse than a fucking cockroach!" Julian roared, infuriated that Yur still lived. He advanced with deliberate malice, gripping his sword tightly. "JUST DIE!"

With overwhelming force, Julian swung his blade, unleashing a blinding crescent of pure, destructive energy.

Yur’s pupils shrank, bits of panic filling his heart. I can’t dodge!

He lunged desperately to the side, yet the searing white light devoured his limbs. Pain exploded through him as he collapsed, his left side completely obliterated.

[Warning!]

[Host is in severe condition!]

Ignoring the alerts, Yur lay motionless, staring blankly upward at the silent, drifting clouds. Blood poured from his gaping wounds, pooling beneath him.

Is this how it ends? he pondered quietly, almost bitterly amused. But within seconds, his resolve hardened again.

His remaining arm reached skyward, defiantly grasping at nothingness.

I refuse to accept death.

His voice resonated clearly in his servants’ minds, steady and resolute. Velmira, Jisvruul. I have tasks for you.

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Velmira soared rapidly through the turbulent skies, her beautiful face twisted into a deep frown. She knew well—she was still dozens of minutes away from Yur’s battle. Julian had ample time to finish Yur, and they all understood it.

Jisvruul struggled desperately against Celis, barely clinging to life.

Suddenly, Yur’s voice pierced her thoughts: Velmira, protect Jisvruul. I have my own plan.

She hesitated briefly, uncertainty flickering in her heart, but obeyed instantly, banking sharply towards Jisvruul’s distant, chaotic battleground.

Although Yur’s safety was paramount, she trusted his judgement. With clenched fists and narrowed eyes, she flew onward, hoping against hope that his unknown plan would save him.

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Suddenly, the ritual circles flared blindingly, illuminating the world in a sinister, crimson brilliance before violently exploding.

"What madness are you up to now?!" Julian growled, planting his boot firmly on Yur’s bloodied face, grinding him into the dirt.

Ignoring him completely, Yur raised his remaining hand. With a haunting calm, he plunged his fingers deeply into his own chest, tearing open the flesh.

Blood surged violently from the wound, splattering over Julian’s feet, soaking the earth.

His eyes glowed an abyssal black as shadows rapidly engulfed everything around him. Glythari erupted in a wild frenzy, joyfully dancing in the growing darkness.

Reality itself warped around Yur, twisting grotesquely as Glythoria, the Realm Written in Silence, began manifesting. A portal opened nearby, pitch-black and horrifying, beckoning to him.

Yur stared coldly into the portal, the one place he never felt ready to enter, yet now, it was his only chance at survival.

"Look at me, Yur!" Julian snarled, driving his sword deep into Yur’s remaining arm, pinning it to the ground.

Yet Yur paid him no heed, unable to reply with his shattered jaw. Above, the blackened sky released a deafening silence. All beams of light vanished, leaving only the impenetrable darkness behind.

Then, all at once, across cities, fields, the two kingdoms—everyone fell.

Citizens, soldiers, cultivators, millions collapsed simultaneously. Blood erupted from their bodies, surging upward in terrifying streams toward the heavens.

Yur coughed violently, blood pooling in his mouth, yet his eyes remained focused on the dancing Glythari, now shrieking with ecstasy.

[Warning!]

[Host is rushing the Ritual! Severe consequences imminent!]

Yur’s mind didn’t falter. Let it be complete instantly!

The ritual circle beside him exploded violently, sending shockwaves across the barren battlefield.

Rite of the Hollow!

[Completing Ritual!]

[Host is entering Glythoria: The Realm Written in Silence!]

"NO!" Julian’s face contorted in furious panic, sword slicing downwards, driving mercilessly through Yur’s throat.

But in that instant, blood and flesh surged protectively around Yur, forming a grotesque cocoon that engulfed both his ravaged body and the sword piercing him.

Julian stumbled backward, stunned, eyes wide with disbelief and rage. His blade trembled in the empty air, Yur no longer present.

In an instant, Yur vanished entirely, leaving behind only haunting silence, a crimson-stained earth, and Julian’s anguished roar echoing across the desolate battlefield.

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