Bloodlight Curse
"You are nothing but a pawn, a failed mongrel! How dare you challenge me!"
Twelve beams of light slowly converged on Dirversis as he clenched his fists tightly.
Behind him, the twelve lights grew in size and shape, becoming towering figures, surrounded by a radiant golden glow—the power of the Twelve Constellations.
"You and all of your kind will face eternal damnation!" Dirversis snarled, locking his furious gaze on Moss and the bloodline clan he led.
Morse responded with a cold, derisive smile.
At this moment, he had long since cast aside any care for his own life.
"Oh, source of all creation, ancient power of the abyss, become my new bloodline!"
As the ancient incantation echoed, countless crimson veils and black souls began to swirl around Morse、.
In the next instant, he stepped forward from the twilight.
The ancient spirit that once bound his left hand had been lifted, and his right hand now glimmered with countless spectral lights.
This time, he fought for himself, staking everything he had—his life, his power.
In that moment, he stood like a god, meeting Dirversis' eyes.
"Come, Dirversis, this will be our final duel!"