Chapter 721: The Curtain Falls

Feeling the spiritual power within his body constantly waning, Westcott gritted his teeth, a trace of madness in his eyes, and the spiritual power inside him suddenly began to boil frantically.

Under Westcott's frantic urging, the Demon King of Nothingness before him instantly expanded several times over, and its form also began to twist.

"I was guarding against this very move of yours!" Lingyun sneered, letting go of the long sword in his hand and gripping the Void with one hand.

"Crack—"

The pocket watch in the sky vibrated violently, and Westcott let out a muffled groan; he felt that sixty percent of the spiritual power in his body had vanished in an instant. Under such intense consumption, even Westcott could not help but let out a groan, and droplets of fresh blood spilled from his mouth.

"So that's how it is. Even you wouldn't dare to take this move of mine head-on!" Westcott looked at the now-twisting Demon King of Nothingness before him, a ferocious grin appearing on his face, which, combined with his blood-covered countenance, looked extremely terrifying.

"Wouldn't dare to take it head-on? I just find it troublesome! Besides, the fate of your demise was destined from the very beginning!" Lingyun pulled up the long sword stuck in front of him, and vast spiritual power gathered around him.

"My fate was destined? Are you saying you have the ability to manipulate fate?" Westcott said with a sneer.

"Sorry, but I actually do!" In this void space, a third voice rang out.

"Who is it?" Westcott turned his head abruptly, discovering that someone was standing behind him, though he did not know when they had arrived.

That person's face looked exactly like Lingyun's, but he was draped in a magnificent mage robe. The robe was white overall, dotted with countless golden patterns, giving one an extremely mysterious feeling.

Beside him floated a massive book, its cover inscribed with countless profound runes. Just looking at these runes made Westcott feel a slight sense of dizziness. Tiny specks of white light drifted from the book, dissipating into the air. This Lingyun also held a pen in his hand, writing something on the book.

"Whispering Manuscript?" Looking at the huge book in front of this Lingyun, Westcott's expression changed slightly. "Do you intend to use this book to manipulate my fate? Do you think that is possible?"

Although he was also puzzled as to why Bentiao Eya's Whispering Manuscript had become like this, having had Zafkiel as a precursor, he was already able to accept such things.

"No, no, no. Supported by the power of the main body, manipulating your fate in this world is not a difficult task, just like the Demon King of Nothingness in your hands right now!" The Lingyun clone who summoned the Whispering Manuscript smiled and waved his hand, then pointed at the Demon King of Nothingness beside Westcott.

At the same time, the massive book also turned toward Westcott's direction, allowing Westcott to see the text recorded upon it.

"In the intense battle, Westcott has fallen into a predicament, but he does not know that even more dangerous things are waiting for him. The power of the Demon King of Nothingness is strong, but the exhausted Westcott is clearly unable to fully control it. Facing the out-of-control Demon King of Nothingness, any struggle Westcott makes is useless; he can only be swallowed into the darkness in vain..."

Westcott's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously looked at the Demon King of Nothingness before him. The Demon King of Nothingness, filled with a large amount of spiritual power, suddenly twisted at this moment, and Westcott was horrified to discover that he had lost control over this Demon King, which he had already been unable to fully command.

The out-of-control Demon King of Nothingness suddenly collapsed inward. Seeing this scene, Westcott's pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks, and he immediately wanted to pull back. But it was too late; after collapsing, the Demon King of Nothingness exploded violently, and the terrifying darkness instantly swallowed Westcott whole.

The darkness that swallowed Westcott seemed to have eaten some great tonic, erupting with even more terrifying power and spreading in all directions, as if it wanted to swallow this space as well.

"Slash!"

Lingyun gripped the sword with both hands and swung it forward. Vast spiritual power condensed around him, forming countless long swords, which, combined with the radiance of the Tree of Life of Kabbalah, pierced fiercely toward that darkness.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

Although the spreading darkness was powerful, it was water without a source. In front of the countless long swords condensed by Lingyun's powerful spiritual energy, it did not last long before being completely torn to shreds, eventually being thoroughly swallowed by the light.

"Thump—"

After the darkness vanished, a figure fell out of the void and crashed onto the ground.

"Is this Westcott? He isn't dead yet; he really has a tough life!" Another Lingyun appeared before Westcott, looking at the Westcott lying on the ground with a surprised expression.

The Lingyun was wearing the Spirit Dress that Lingyun manifested when using Zafkiel. With his appearance, the Time Power that had surrounded the entire world began to recede, then gathered behind him, transforming once again into the form of Zafkiel. Clearly, the Zafkiel that had previously shrouded this world was released by him.

The current Westcott looked extremely disheveled; the powerful spiritual energy on his body had completely vanished, and he was now no different from an ordinary person. If one had to say, he might be even more fragile than an ordinary person right now.

Seemingly because he had suffered heavy damage from Lingyun earlier and was later swallowed by the darkness, although Westcott still held onto his life, he was actually in a Near Death state.

"To have the main body call both of us out to join forces against him, that is already no easy feat." The Lingyun clone wielding the Whispering Manuscript appeared beside Lingyun.

"However, it's not bad that he didn't die. I think Kurumi will be very happy to see him!" Lingyun opened his hand, and a shadow spread out beneath Westcott's body, swallowing him.

"Now I don't know what the situation is like over at Takamiya Mio's side." The Lingyun clone possessing Zafkiel said.

"I think the main body's plan is still very successful. Takamiya Mio is not a fool; she should understand what the main body is trying to express." The Lingyun clone who opened the Whispering Manuscript said.

"Alright, thank you both for your hard work this time!" Lingyun said to the two clones.

The two clones smiled and shook their heads at Lingyun; one dissolved into the shadows, and the other turned into paper and scattered.

After the two clones disappeared, the space around Lingyun also slowly collapsed. He turned around and slowly vanished into the crumbling space.

"Takamiya Shinji, Itsuka Shido, you two, please do not let me down!"