Spiritual Light

"Margaret? That name sounds somewhat familiar."

After a brief moment of thought, Leian's heart suddenly jolted. Margaret—wasn't she the legendary eldest disciple of the Goddess of Dark Night?

She was fighting a Saint-level Magic Beast?

After a moment of hesitation, Leian's gaze sharpened. He immediately dispelled his Magic Beast transformation and sprinted toward the source of the sound at top speed.

Battles between Saint-level powerhouses were extremely rare, especially involving someone like Margaret, a peak Saint-level expert who might be only a step away from the God level; such an encounter was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Therefore, no matter how dangerous it might be, Leian ultimately decided to go and take a look. Even if he couldn't gain any inspiration, he could at least broaden his horizons.

At the same time, his voice echoed in the mind of the Phantom Magic Monkey, Selina:

"Selina, follow behind me!"

Inside the jungle, Selina's round, beady eyes rolled slightly, flashing with a human-like cunning. It was unclear what she was thinking, but her figure flickered, and she chased closely after Leian.

Leian did not see this; the reason he brought the little guy along was simply thinking that if they encountered danger, a peak Level 9 Magic Beast could at least provide some resistance.

Neither the man nor the beast was slow, and they soon entered the core area. After passing through dense thickets, a massive black shadow suddenly appeared in their line of sight a thousand meters away.

It was a Saint-level dragon-type Magic Beast: a Dark Tyrannosaurus!

The dragon race was primarily divided into ground-based dragons, known for their formidable physical strength, and aerial dragons, which excelled in magic.

The Tyrannosaurus was a peak existence among ground-based dragons, its massive body stretching a hundred meters long, its pitch-black dragon scales shimmering with a strange luster under the sunlight.

In the Youquan Mountain Range, the Saint-level Tyrannosaurus could be considered the most formidable Magic Beast. Not to mention human experts, even other Saint-level Magic Beasts dared not step into its territory.

But at this moment, a human figure stood in the air directly in front of the Tyrannosaurus.

It was a young woman with fair skin and an extremely beautiful face. Her long, jet-black hair was tied loosely behind her head, and her entire body was draped in a black robe. The pitch-black longsword in her hand pointed diagonally forward, dark battle aura flowing incessantly along the blade.

Leian dared not get too close, stopping to hide a thousand meters away. With his eyesight, he could barely make out the woman's figure.

What surprised him slightly was that although this legendary eldest disciple of the Goddess of Dark Night cultivated dark battle aura, she did not follow the path of an assassin.

Judging by the scene before him, the opponent was clearly challenging the Tyrannosaurus head-on.

As if to confirm Leian's suspicion, Margaret's voice, imbued with battle aura, rang out coldly:

"Demos, didn't we agree before? A battle every hundred years—are you trying to go back on your word?"

The Tyrannosaurus named Demos seemed furious upon hearing this, retorting with a roar:

"Bullshit! I told you five hundred years ago that the agreement was canceled! Canceled! Do you understand me or not?"

After cursing, Demos couldn't help but recall the scene from thousands of years ago when they first met. He deeply regretted agreeing to that "battle every hundred years" pact.

It was a day thousands of years ago when Margaret had suddenly sought out Demos, telling him that since they both cultivated the Laws of Darkness, sparring with each other would surely lead to mutual progress, and perhaps one day, they could both reach the God level.

Demos had lived in the Youquan Mountain Range for over a hundred thousand years. If measured by human standards, it was also a peak Saint-level powerhouse, only a step away from the God level.

Therefore, upon hearing Margaret's proposal, Demos hadn't hesitated to agree.

However, what infuriated Demos was that every time they sparred, Margaret would gain some insight into the Laws of Darkness, while he gained absolutely nothing.

Even worse, he would end up covered in injuries after every fight. As a proud member of the dragon race, he felt he had lost all face.

Thus, five hundred years ago, Demos had canceled their agreement.

But for Margaret, such a high-quality sparring partner was impossible to find, so how could she agree? She had simply pretended not to understand.

At this moment, waiting for Demos's roar to subside, Margaret spoke to herself: "Demos, pay attention. I'm starting my attack!"

As she spoke, black flames surged violently from her body. Immediately after, Margaret transformed into a black phantom and drifted toward the Tyrannosaurus's forehead.

"Get lost!"

Seeing Margaret playing deaf, Demos was enraged. He opened his mouth, and a stream of black dragon fire shot out, instantly engulfing Margaret's figure.

Within the black dragon fire, Margaret's figure suddenly vanished. When she reappeared, she had eerily split into four, positioning herself on both sides of Demos's body.

"Shadow Clone!"

Outside the battlefield, Leian recognized the technique Margaret was using at a glance and couldn't help but marvel.

This method of creating clones was an ability gained after initially comprehending the mysteries of the "Shadow Clone Technique" within the Laws of Darkness, allowing the original body to shift freely within the shadows.

For Margaret to create four shadows at once meant she had already reached what the original records called the second level—truly impressive.

Demos was very familiar with Margaret's abilities. The moment he saw the four shadows, a layer of black flames ignited on his body as well.

At the same time, his thick, powerful tail whipped around like a steel lash, leaving a trail of afterimages flickering in the air.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Every time the dragon tail met a shadow, a dull thud echoed. After a few exchanges, Demos seemed to be suffering some kind of injury, letting out continuous, painful roars.

Leian frowned, feeling a bit strange. The Shadow Clone Technique only increased the number of shadows; it didn't enhance attack power. Compared to Demos's massive body, even if Margaret's attacks pierced his dragon scales, they shouldn't cause him such agony, right?

There was something wrong here!

After a moment of contemplation, Leian's eyes suddenly lit up. A thought flashed through his mind: if it wasn't physical pain, then only one possibility remained!

Margaret's sword techniques contained soul attacks!

Impressive!

As expected of the Goddess of Dark Night's head disciple, she had attained such a profound comprehension of the profound mysteries of the Laws of Darkness.

Leian sighed inwardly. Soul attacks were invisible and intangible, so the battle scene was not particularly flashy. While watching the fight, Leian also had the spare capacity to observe several other hidden locations outside the battlefield.

If he guessed correctly, those places should also be hiding spectators just like him.

However, everyone was quite far apart and doing their best to conceal their auras, so it was impossible to discern their specific strength.

Inside the battlefield, the fight between Demos and Margaret did not cease. Perhaps fed up with the agony in his soul, Demos suddenly roared in anger.

"Bastard!"

"Awoo!"

Following a resounding howl, the black flames on Demos's body surged violently. Beyond the black flames, a transparent black halo expanded at high speed.

No one knew what this black light contained, but wherever it covered, grass, trees, sand, and stones were instantly annihilated, and even half a meter of the ground was stripped away.

"This is..."

Witnessing this scene with his own eyes, Leian felt as if countless bolts of lightning flashed through his mind in that instant. Following the lightning, a flash of inspiration reached the depths of his heart, subsequently solving a problem that had troubled him for a long time.