School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start-Chapter 118 --Spectral Shadow Fiend’s Forbidden Technique
The Spectral Shadow Fiend clearly saw the words "mutual destruction" in Owen’s eyes.
"Madman, definitely a madman. You and Hope are both madmen," it ranted, shaking its head frantically, then making a beeline for the rift in the sky.
That was the "door" of this world, leading out to Heartstealer Island.
If it could escape through it, it would be free.
The Fiend moved like a ghost, but Owen wasn’t about to let it have its way.
With a flap of his wings, he positioned himself right in front of the Fiend.
"Stay, will you? I’ve accepted a favor from the black protodragon; I can’t just do nothing."
The two plunged into another round of fierce attack and defense.
Phyllis, observing the crack in the sky and the black and gold figures entangled in combat, made a decision.
"We should leave now. We can’t afford to lose the Heart of the Ocean and our lives in this place."
The masters of the sea race were reluctant: "But Owen is clearly not in his best state; we might have a chance to turn things in our favor."
Phyllis glanced at him, and he shamefully lowered his head. "If you want to try, you can stay here."
With that, Phyllis’s body radiated a holy white light.
She twisted her body and, like a fish, swam towards the sky.
The Merfolk Movement Technique - Merfolk Aerial Dance.
The sea race had always lacked aerial advantage, defenseless against avian attackers.
The ancestors of the merfolk had created this technique to allow the merfolk to "fly."
With Phyllis gone, the other masters didn’t dare to linger.
They scattered in search of cracks that would allow them to exit the world, as master-tier beings were still incapable of flight.
Finn watched as the sea race group departed, then exchanged glances with his companions.
"What should we do?" he asked.
Morton’s eyes widened in alarm.
"What do we do? We need to get out of here fast! Didn’t you hear the Spectral Shadow Fiend’s howling?"
Finn’s face showed his dilemma as he gazed at Owen’s majestic dragon form.
Speaking in a low voice, he said, "If we leave, what about Mr. Owen?"
Morton almost choked in frustration.
"Look at the situation clearly! Mr. Owen is currently holding his own in a fight with a grandmaster-tier Demon. Our involvement in their battle is beyond our capacity; getting any closer would just turn us into minced meat. Staying here only creates trouble for Mr. Owen. It’s better to leave quickly and let him act freely."
Finn turned to Berkeley, the one who had followed Owen the longest among them.
Berkeley let out a long sigh, "Morton is right. We should take Miss Erin with us and leave. We can’t provide any help to Mr. Owen by staying."
Relieved, Morton exhaled.
He had been genuinely afraid that Berkeley, in his loyal devotion, would refuse to leave.
Fortunately, he was being rational.
Morton started to walk away, then abruptly turned back, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and find Miss Erin!"
Finn and Berkeley shifted their gaze from Owen, "Let’s go."
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The Spectral Shadow Fiend clearly lacked the will to fight any longer.
Its sole desire was to escape.
"Listen to me, your future is extraordinary, and I’m just a wretched soul. My death here doesn’t matter, but you’re a noble Gold Divine Dragon. Dying here would be such a waste," it said urgently, eyeing the increasingly large rift in the sky, its longing to reach Novalia’s mainland growing.
"Heh, now how come you’re not calling yourself the great Spectral Shadow Fiend anymore?" Owen retorted, not easing his relentless attack.
The Fiend almost coughed in frustration.
It truly didn’t want to tangle with Owen anymore.
Every second it spent in this world increased its danger.
And now, with the support of the black protodragon’s light particles, Owen had become even more fierce, making the fight evenly matched.
The Fiend realized that subduing Owen was no longer an easy task.
"Listen, let’s make a deal. Hope must have given you the ’Soul-Tethered Bond’ arcana, but it’s definitely time-limited," it proposed.
"This arcana is extremely powerful. Once you learn it, you can achieve immortality. Even if your head is chopped off, you can reattach it to your neck."
"I’m telling you the truth: this arcana is unique to us abyssal creatures. Hope must have killed many of us and deduced this arcana from our structures."
"That’s also why I can be shattered by you but resurrect immediately. Although Hope was exceptionally gifted, he never mastered the true ’Soul-Tethered Bond.’ If you let me go, I will teach you this arcana right away."
Owen’s eyes blinked as he pondered internally: "So that’s how it is. Hope really was a genius. I should have asked him to look into the mythoflare race’s arcana for me."
His offensive remained unyielding, while the Spectral Shadow Fiend continued to mutter, "My offer is sincere. I hope you’ll give it some thought. We don’t have much time left."
Owen’s attacks grew even more fierce as he laughed, "Is that so? I really should think about it."
"For the love of the gods, what is there to think about? This is the ’Soul-Tethered Bond,’ an arcana many sages long to decipher, and you’re still pondering?"
The Spectral Shadow Fiend was rendered speechless, having never anticipated encountering such a formidable opponent as Owen.
In a moment of distraction, Owen dived swiftly, gripping the core of the Fiend with his powerful claws.
All his strength converged into a blinding golden light—Sacred Pure Radiance.
This time, as the golden light met the darkness, the Spectral Shadow Fiend let out an unprecedented scream.
Its body gradually disintegrated in the light, unable to reform.
Owen watched coldly, not letting his guard down.
He now knew a secret of the abyssal race—possessing the Soul-Tethered Bond meant the Spectral Shadow Fiend was not truly dead.
Breaking free from the golden light’s bonds, the Spectral Shadow Fiend’s body reformed again, its eyes filled with even deeper resentment, as if capable of devouring all life’s radiance.
It let out a shriek more piercing than before, causing all of Loka City to tremble, with howling winds and dense clouds, as if even the heavens and earth were changing colors for this battle.
"Too much bullying, too much arrogance... do you really think I’m so easy to trifle with?" it bellowed.
Owen, without responding, opened his massive jaws, took a deep breath, and then released a beam of light more intense than ever before.
This light, like a divine judgment from the heavens, surged directly towards the reconstituted Spectral Shadow Fiend.
Sacred Pure Radiance, the best poison against the abyssal race.
The Spectral Shadow Fiend seemed to have adapted to Owen’s attack pattern, no longer attempting to meet force with force.
Instead, it used its ghostly agility to dodge the light at almost impossible speed just as it was about to make contact.
Its attacks became more cunning, targeting Owen’s weaknesses.
Owen kept coughing up blood, but couldn’t catch the Spectral Shadow Fiend even once.
"You really think I’m easy to bully if I don’t use my full strength? Since you’re courting death, I won’t hold back anymore."
The Spectral Shadow Fiend still lurked in the darkness, its existence having transcended the realm of ordinary beings, becoming an undying nightmare.
After several failed confrontations, the Fiend realized that continuing the struggle would only lead to its destruction.
Suddenly, the air filled with an aura more intense and more sinister than before.
The Spectral Shadow Fiend’s body began to twist and contort, as if countless souls were wailing within it.
It spread its arms, chanting incantations.
The sound of the spell echoed in the silent valley, converging into an invisible, terrifying force.
Owen’s eyes flickered rapidly with golden light, sensing a great horror approaching.
If he couldn’t stop the Spectral Shadow Fiend, his only outcome would be death.
The sky suddenly darkened, shrouded in dense clouds with thunder rumbling ominously.
Black lightning streaked across the heavens, striking towards where the Spectral Shadow Fiend was.
It seemed to have become a black hole, devouring all the surrounding light and life force.
As the incantation grew louder, the space around the Spectral Shadow Fiend even began to warp.
The cracks expanded further, as if the world itself couldn’t bear the force about to be unleashed.
"Forbidden Technique: Light of Annihilation Curse!"
The Spectral Shadow Fiend thrust its hands forward, releasing a beam of black light imbued with destructive energy.
It hurtled towards the Gold Divine Dragon at an unevadable speed.
Owen, though aware of the impending danger, was already too weak to respond.
He attempted a final counterattack, but to no avail.
This was the true power of a grandmaster!
The black light struck Owen, and the immense force instantly tore apart the Gold Divine Dragon’s body.
A mournful dragon’s cry echoed through the skies, a final outcry as life was mercilessly ripped away.
The golden scales, like shattered glass, scattered in all directions.
The once-majestic body turned into a mist of blood, dissipating in the dark storm.
The ghastly scene plunged the entire world into a deafening silence.
Finn and the others, who had just found Erin, witnessed this spectacle, their mouths agape in shock.
Finn dropped to his knees with a thud, tears burning in his eyes: "Master, have you really perished like this?"
Berkeley stood frozen, stiff as a statue, his mind flashing back to the first time he met Owen. "It can’t be true, absolutely not. Owen can’t die so easily!"
