Chapter 757: The Secret of Darkness—Soul Extraction!

It is worth mentioning that because "Dungeon & Fighter" had now unlocked a new level cap, many new Level 70 skills had emerged, such as the Tombstone Trio and the Shattering Sky Draw (Grand Draw) that Fang Qi had unleashed moments before.

Upon the Asgard Mountains to the northeast of the Orc Kingdom, atop those far-flung snowy peaks, the cataclysmic sword light had razed everything within its reach to the ground, leaving several Saint-level experts strewn about haphazardly, some completely fallen, others still struggling to crawl back up.

Evidently, Mark, the Lord of Sorrow, had no intention of granting them that chance.

Even having attained the Saint level, in its eyes, they were nothing more than dispensable pawns to be exploited.

It paid no heed to Fang Qi's condition.

Since this brat still wished to put up a desperate, cornered resistance, then it would simply show him what true power meant.

"Do you know, though almost no living creature in this world can ever reach the realm of the gods, I can make myself infinitely close to godhood," it sneered with a sinister cackle, turning its gaze upon the remaining Saint-level elites of the Shadow Legion, its withered hand extending from beneath the voluminous magic robes; the residual power and vitality within these legion experts, whether living or dead, seemed to answer a summons, emanating from their bodies before drifting like threads of black smoke to converge within its palm.

The aura radiating from Mark, the Lord of Sorrow, gradually intensified along with it, as though ascending yet another step.

Only then did it turn to look at the young man before it, satisfied and even bearing a hint of arrogance.

Yet at that exact moment, it suddenly discovered that the young man—whom it had presumed to be at his wits' end—had slowly risen from the ground into midair.

It was as though the omnipresent gravity of the earth could no longer bind him.

This was not yet the cause for its astonishment; a strong enough Saint-level expert could achieve this degree of flight.

But the scene that unfolded next nearly made it impossible for its eyes to look away!

A beam of azure light shot straight into the heavens, accompanied by the power erupting from within him like a volcano.

At this instant, they felt as though another soul had awakened inside his body.

Golden serpentine pupils, a gaze that looked upon all creation with absolute indifference, and... that suffocating, terrifying pressure.

He seemed to exist between space and time, as if he might fade into the deeper layers of space at any moment.

His entire being exuded an aura akin to the sun; clearly there was no actual light, yet it gave everyone the sensation that, in this fleeting moment, both suns in the sky had paled in comparison.

Having just absorbed the energy, Mark, the Lord of Sorrow, who was floating in midair holding a staff, froze instantly on the spot.

"!!??"

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"This... this...!?" At the Summit of Nations, the Elf Queen, Kellybell, had barely closed her mouth the entire time.

The others likewise did not dare to blink once throughout, terrified of missing even a shred of detail.

Wasn't this person only short of the eighth rank!?

How could he be like this!?

"Just who on earth is this!?" Saint Duran also gripped the scepter in his hand tightly, staring dead at this white-haired, golden-eyed entity before him, who radiated a thoroughly horrifying aura and defied all comprehension.

"You... what kind of thing are you anyway!?" Throughout the long years of conquest, Mark, the Lord of Sorrow, felt that it had long since obliterated the emotional fluctuations of ordinary living creatures, as though it were gradually drawing closer to the legendary gods.

Even witnessing the destruction of several worlds had long failed to evoke much emotion.

But at this moment, it felt that within this single day, its emotional turmoil had been greater than that of its countless years of existence combined!

"Taste the flavor of destruction!" Mark, the Lord of Sorrow, waved the staff in its hand, and the space before it slowly fractured, revealing a pitch-black, frigid void filled entirely with dreadful storms and heart-stopping flashes of lightning.

As its spell manifested, a massive vortex suddenly materialized within that shattered space; the storms and thunder of the void converged and compressed along with the swirl, gathering at its central point into a black orb brimming with a terrifying void storm.

It was compressed at last to the extent that it could pass through a rift barely wide enough for one person.

"Void Thunderstorm!"

A streak of grayish-blue light burst forth, accompanied by a piercing shriek.

It was like a colossal cannon, spitting out catastrophic artillery fire.

As the black light reached him, one could even see pitch-black fissures carved along the path by the terrifying energy tearing and shattering space once more.

"Void energy! It's actually void energy!" Hermadon, the World Mage, cried out in alarm, "To think they have already begun to master void energy!"

"No matter how strong this kid is, I'm afraid he won't be able to withstand it." Cleus, the Sword Saint, said coldly.

Then he paused slightly: "What is he doing?!"

He realized that Fang Qi was actually standing right where he was, with absolutely no intention of dodging.

Immediately after, they only saw a flash of blue light before Fang Qi!

This streak of light, like a black rainbow, suddenly reversed, returning along its original path!

Boom!

Smoke and dust scattered, and Mark, the Lord of Sorrow, who had just been floating in midair, instantly crashed to the ground with only half its body remaining.

Drip.

Without even realizing it, Cleus the Sword Saint had his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, and a drop of cold sweat fell to the ground.

"Dead?" No one seemed able to believe their eyes.

With a flap of the Shadow Demonic Dragon's wings, Dras, the final leader of the Shadow Legion, was as cold as a block of ice.

He raised high the demonic sword burning with raging black flames and slashed down.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Qi had already stepped aside, avoiding it by a mere hair's breadth.

It seemed everyone believed he was safe.

But suddenly, behind him, a sinister, chilling aura struck.

This assault was abrupt to the extreme, such that almost no one could have dodged it!

"Jie-jie-jie-jie..." A gloomy voice rang out beside Fang Qi as a pitch-black shadow coalesced in the direction he had dodged—it was precisely Mark, the Lord of Sorrow!

Its withered claw reached toward Fang Qi's spine, the chill radiating from it seemingly capable of freezing even the soul: "Your soul, I shall gladly accept."

Beholding this horrifying sight at the Summit of Nations, the lower-ranked Saint-level experts felt their skin crawl!

It turned out it was all an illusion; over its unimaginably long life, Mark, the Lord of Sorrow, had already transformed itself into a creature existing between the illusory and the real, its greatest strength lying in the fact that it feared no damage from any conventional means.

"Ah!" Seeing this, even the Elf Queen Kellybell could not help but cry out; had she faced this monster without prior knowledge, she would likely have been struck successfully at this moment, her soul ripped out.

But just then.

They saw in the magical projection that Mark's withered claw actually failed to grasp anything; the white-haired youth had vanished!

The next moment, they saw the white-haired youth suddenly appear out of thin air behind Mark.

His right hand thrust viciously into its chest.

"A fleeting life..."

The Ultimate Art of Darkness—Soul Extraction!

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Translator's note: The proper translation is "Great God," while the well-known skill name is "Soul Extraction."

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