Chapter 1003: Pressing the Issue
At this sight, the Light Holy See's vice pope was initially taken aback. Then he sneered. "Nightmare, stop struggling. To kill you, we invoked the Oracle. The Oracle is a Light Judgment divine artifact, and it can only be used three times. It would be enough even to kill the most ancient storm elf. Your spiritual power is indeed formidable, but it has far too many flaws. Your dream-entering technique is useless against us."
Nightmare Patriarch's face twisted beyond recognition. Unwillingness, arrogance, madness—every sort of negative emotion that should not have appeared surged above his head. His spiritual power was being consumed violently as he desperately held back Light Judgment.
But such resistance came at a cost: his spiritual power was being depleted at dozens of times the usual rate.
Just as he was about to speak, a cold, penetrating, disintegrating force struck from another direction, heading straight for his waist.
He did not even turn around. From the nature of that power alone, he could sense who had made the move.
Shallow Moon Patriarch.
"Nightmare, if you do not die, you will have wronged the countless lives of my Glory Empire. Die. Moon Eclipse."
Within the underground lava, a beam of moonlight had been compressed to the utmost, its power condensed to the utmost. It had become nothing more than a thread, yet the terrifying force within that thread made everyone shudder.
Wherever the moonlight passed, all matter silently disintegrated, leaving not even the slightest trace behind.
Nightmare Patriarch roared, and his spiritual power surged out once more, forming a barrier before the moonlight.
The next instant, the moonlight struck the spiritual barrier and immediately halted, beginning a fierce war of attrition with the spiritual power.
Shallow Moon Patriarch was somewhat surprised by this.