Chapter 718: Eternal Miasma Prison

"This..." Seeing this scene, Westcott could not help but knit his brows.

As the Death Demon King, the power of the Extreme Death Altar was naturally incomparably strong, but now, Lingyun had actually blasted one wound after another into the Extreme Death Altar with the Extinction Angel; this was simply unimaginable.

"Extreme Death Altar, Bud Cannon!"

Following Westcott's angry shout, flower bud spheres the size of palms split off from the Extreme Death Altar and charged toward Lingyun's direction.

Lingyun's expression remained unchanged. He spread his hands, and the Extinction Angel instantly disintegrated into countless rays of light before him. These rays of light danced in mid-air, embedding themselves one by one into the bow body of the Sky Rider, eventually forming a giant white-gold bow. Lin Yan reached out to grasp the giant white-gold bow and nocked the knight's lance onto the giant bow as an arrow. As Lingyun slowly pulled back the bowstring formed by the chains, the surrounding ice, snow, and storms seemed to be subjected to a powerful attractive force, gathering one after another toward the direction of the knight's lance.

"Destruction Arrow, go!"

With a soft shout from Lingyun, his right hand released the bowstring. The knight's lance, which had condensed the power of the Ice Puppet, the Sky Rider, and the Extinction Angel, transformed into a blue-white ray of light, instantly tearing through the air and charging toward the Extreme Death Altar in mid-air.

"Crack, crack—"

The blue-white light streaked across the sky. The Bud Cannons rushing out from the Extreme Death Altar were enveloped in white frost the moment they touched the light arrow, and subsequently turned into debris under the impact of the light arrow.

Amidst a violent roar, the light arrow slammed heavily into the Extreme Death Altar in the sky. The moment it was struck by the light arrow, the Extreme Death Altar let out a mournful cry. On the surface of the Extreme Death Altar, ice flowers actually began to condense. The ice flowers spread rapidly across the surface of the Extreme Death Altar, and in just a few breaths of Kung Fu, the entire black flower was completely frozen.

Feeling that he had lost contact with the Extreme Death Altar, Westcott's expression sank slightly; he discovered that the situation seemed to have exceeded his control.

"Release!" Lingyun gave a low shout. In her hand, the Angel belonging to Hoshimiya Mukuro—Raziel—manifested and transformed into a long halberd.

"Open!" Lingyun's figure blurred for a moment, instantly appearing before the frozen Extreme Death Altar. The long halberd in her hand traced a lethal arc and struck heavily upon the frozen Extreme Death Altar.

With a crisp sound, centered on the point of the halberd's impact, countless cracks spread across the Extreme Death Altar. Subsequently, the entire Extreme Death Altar, along with the shattered ice and snow, transformed into light particles and dissipated into this space.

"So that's how it is, so that's how it is. No wonder you had to pull me into this world!" Westcott, whose Death Demon King Extreme Death Altar had been destroyed, wore a crazed smile on his face. "The laws of this world were set by you, and it can suppress my Devil King, which is why your Angel was able to so easily destroy my Death Demon King. But the game ends here! Law Demon King, Eternal Miasma Prison!"

A giant black tree reaching to the heavens rose abruptly from behind Westcott, releasing terrifying power. It was a pitch-black tree with branches stretching to the sky and roots piercing the earth. Its bark was as rotten as withered wood and was filled with ominous miasma.

Under Westcott's drive, countless tree roots spread out in all directions. Wherever the roots spread, the entire world began to twist. The laws of two worlds clashed with each other, causing countless cracks to appear in the sky of this space.

The space around Westcott's body had completely turned into a Hell filled with miasma, looking incomparably eerie.

"This is my world. In my world, the laws are dictated by me. Your attacks cannot hurt me!" Westcott spread his hands, and the roots of the Eternal Miasma Prison spread toward the surroundings, attempting to completely erode this space that Lingyun had created.

The long halberd in Lingyun's hand turned into points of light and vanished. A giant battle axe burning with flames appeared in his left hand, and a great sword wreathed in purple light appeared in his right hand.

"To deal with these annoying roots, it really is more comfortable to chop them to pieces and burn them with a fire!"

Following Lingyun's swing, the Sandalphon wreathed in purple light easily severed the spreading withered roots, while the Camael burning with flames completely turned the shattered roots into ashes. Under Lingyun's continuous attacks, more than half of the roots extended by the Eternal Miasma Prison were instantly destroyed.

"Do you think you can destroy them all?" Watching the roots turn to ashes under Lingyun's attacks, Westcott roared, and countless roots extended from the Eternal Miasma Prison, surrounding Lingyun's direction.

"Sorry, I have never been fighting alone!"

Lingyun chuckled. Beneath his feet, shadows suddenly spread, and one Lingyun clone after another crawled out from the shadows. At the same time, book pages drifted down from the sky, and the moment they touched the ground, they also transformed into Lingyuns.

Looking at the countless figures that had suddenly appeared on the scene, even Westcott could not help but twitch the corners of his mouth. Although the strength of these Lingyun clones was not very high, the coordination between them was seamless.

At this moment, Westcott finally witnessed the terror of the human-sea tactic legendary in that country on the other side of the ocean. The roots extended by the Eternal Miasma Prison began to decrease rapidly under their destruction. Having lost the support of the roots, the Boundary created by Westcott's Law Demon King was also constantly shrinking, even showing signs of collapse.

"Eternal Miasma Prison, Branch Sword!"

Facing the overwhelming number of Lingyun clones, Westcott did not hesitate to activate the powerful ability of the Eternal Miasma Prison. The branches extending from the Eternal Miasma Prison aimed simultaneously at the massive number of Lingyun clones. Vast spiritual power gathered on the branches, stabbing out like long swords.

"Gabriel, March!"

A giant pipe organ with a light keyboard emerged from behind Lingyun, playing a stirring piece of music. Under the enhancement of the March, the power of the many Lingyun clones increased simultaneously. They brandished the two copied Angels in their hands and defiantly met the attack of the Eternal Miasma Prison's branches.

Under the violent collision, the branches of the Eternal Miasma Prison were actually all severed, but the many Lingyun clones also seemed to have lost their power, transforming into specks of light and drifting away in the space.

At the same time, Lingyun successfully turned the last of the Eternal Miasma Prison's roots into ashes. Having lost the support of the roots, the small space created by Westcott also fell apart in an instant. The black miasma dissipated, revealing the rotten giant tree and Westcott, who wore a look of astonishment.

"I think the battle between us should come to an end!"

Lingyun swung the Sandalphon in his hand, and a giant throne appeared before him. Immediately, the throne disintegrated into countless fragments, winding toward the direction of the Sandalphon. Camael and Raziel emerged beside him simultaneously; one transformed into the sword guard, and the other into the sword hilt. The three Angels fused together, forming a giant sword over ten meters long. The purple light and red flames fused together, forming purple flames carrying an aura of destruction.

"Final Sword, slash!"

Following Lingyun's cold shout, the giant flame sword in his hand tore through space and slashed toward Westcott's direction.

Facing the flame long sword carrying a lethal aura, Westcott's expression changed drastically. He pushed with both hands, and the giant black tree immediately moved in front of him, blocking the lethal blow for him.

A huge purple wound appeared on the Eternal Miasma Prison. The giant tree reaching to the heavens let out a shrill, mournful cry, and subsequently, centered on that wound, slowly broke into two halves.

The broken giant black tree transformed into light particles and slowly drifted in the air, and Westcott, who had been hiding behind the giant tree, once again appeared before Lingyun.

His crisp suit was completely ruined, and a huge wound almost ran through his abdomen; on the wound, purple flames were still burning. If he had not already become the second Origin Spirit, this injury would have been enough to send him to Hell.

"Hahahaha, is this your power, Swordsman? You, who have gathered the spiritual power of ten Spirits, are indeed not to be underestimated. But just as you said, the battle between us should come to an end!"

Clutching his wound, Westcott revealed an incomparably ferocious smile at Lingyun.