Chapter 178: Dawn of Victory "Yuzu!"
Xin and Rever shouted in unison.
Rever gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowing at the Hags. "You’ll regret that!"
The Hags only laughed.
Xin’s heart pounded in his chest as he witnessed the horrifying sight.
Yuzuro had succumbed to the Hag’s dreaded spell with a single touch. The [Nightmare Haunting] was really a deadly spell.
Fortunately, the Hag could only cast it one time a day.
However, Yuzuro was gone. Her form was reduced to mere particles, her soul captured by the Hag.
Despite the shock, Xin couldn’t afford to succumb to being rattled. He tightened his grip on his gun, his knuckles turning white as he steeled himself for what lay ahead.
The leader of the Hags had already used her most devastating spell, the [Nightmare Haunting]. There was a glimmer of hope in that knowledge –– it meant they wouldn’t face that particular spell again in this battle.
Rever’s expression twisted into anger. His hands clenched into fists, his muscles rippling with primal fury. The promise of vengeance burned in his eyes as he faced the Hags, ready to avenge Yuzuro.
In the midst of the chaotic battle, Yuzuro’s soul, now enslaved by the Hags, floated eerily in the air. A dark aura enveloped her essence, her once kind and gentle presence tainted by the malicious forces that now controlled her.
Her soul pulsated with unholy energy, and with each beat, it seemed to grant strength to the Hags, healing their wounds and bolstering their powers.
The Hags, now fortified by the essence of their fallen foe, unleashed a barrage of spells and curses, their attacks fueled by the stolen life force of Yuzuro.
Their incantations echoed through the chamber, dark energies crackling around them as they sought to overwhelm their remaining adversaries.
With Yuzuro’s absence, it fell upon Xin to swiftly toss dispelling items to his companions, countering any lingering curses or status effects.
Behind the protective shield of his Golems, he focused on supporting the team, ensuring they remained unhindered by the curses the Hags had cast.
Meanwhile, Midnight Duchess engaged in a fierce battle with the Devil, the sinister creature that had served as the Hag’s eye.
Amidst the chaos of battle, Midnight Duchess relentlessly pursued the Devil.
The creature darted and weaved, attempting to evade her grasp, but Midnight Duchess was a demon herself, born and bred in the shadows.
Her eyes glinted with amusement as she expertly anticipated the Devil’s every move.
The Devil tried to utilize the cover of darkness, slipping into the shadows and hiding among the folds of blackness that permeated the room.
Yet, it underestimated Midnight Duchess’s mastery over the shadows. Her demonic senses tingled with the presence of the Devil, allowing her to track its movements even in the deepest obscurity.
With each attempt to hide, the Devil found itself thwarted by Midnight Duchess’s keen instincts.
She moved like a wraith, gliding effortlessly through the darkness, her eyes ablaze with predatory focus.
The Devil’s shrieks of terror pierced the air. Its roles reversed from the cunning predator to desperate prey, hunted and toyed with by force far more powerful than itself.
The Devil’s futile attempts to escape only fueled Midnight Duchess’s determination to catch it.
Cornered and desperate, the Devil made a final, desperate dash, hoping to vanish into the recesses of the room.
But Midnight Duchess was faster, her demonic speed unmatched. With a swift motion, she lunged, her knives slashing through the shadows and grasping the Devil by its tail.
A triumphant smirk curled on Midnight Duchess’s lips as she held the struggling Devil aloft, its attempts to escape proving futile against her demonic strength.
"Playtime’s over."
The Devil’s eyes widened with fear, realizing it was captured by a force that thrived in the very darkness it sought refuge in.
At that moment, the Devil’s fate was sealed, its attempts to escape Midnight Duchess’s grasp forever thwarted.
With a swift motion, Midnight Duchess disposed of the Devil, ensuring it would no longer interfere with their battle against the Hags, severing the link between the Hag’s eye and its mistress.
The moment the Hag’s eye was destroyed, a surge of power filled the room.
The Hags were momentarily blinded by the sudden loss of their surveillance and were left vulnerable. The world plunged into darkness for them, giving Xin, Rever, Victor, and the golems a crucial advantage.
Seizing this opportunity, Victor, Rever, and Xin’s golems launched a relentless assault on the Hags.
Victor’s blade glinted with deadly intent as he unleashed his signature skill [Shadowstrike Precision].
With swift, precise strikes, he expertly targeted the Hag’s weak points, guided by years of combat experience and honed reflexes in the game.
Each blow was executed with lethal accuracy, reinforced by his mastery of the skill. His sword danced through the air like a phantom, leaving trails of darkness in its wake as he dismantled his opponent in critical hits.
In a blur of savage motion, Rever unleashed his signature move [Feral Cyclone].
His claws, sharpened by the moon’s eerie glow outside, slashed through the air with terrifying speed, forming a whirling tempest of razor-sharp strikes.
Each swipe was unrivaled power, aiming to dismantle his foe with primal fury. The air crackled with unleashed energy, emphasizing the ferocity of his assault.
The Golems unleashed torrents of attacks. Bolts of lightning crackled through the air, fiery fists pounded, and powerful gusts of wind buffeted the Hags from all sides.
The room reverberated with the force of their attacks, the Hags now on the receiving end of the offensive.
The Titanium Golems absorbed the Hags’ counterattacks. Flames and dark magic crashed against their metallic bodies, their durable frames providing a shield for everyone.
Amidst the chaos, Xin made sure to support his companions. He dispelled the curses hurled by the Hags, ensuring his allies could press their advantage without hindrance.
In this window of opportunity, the combined might of everyone proved overwhelming. The Hags, momentarily blinded and overwhelmed by the ferocity of the attack, struggled to defend themselves.
Physical blows struck true, and the room echoed with the cries of the Hags.
"Press on!" Victor exclaimed. "They’re on the brink of defeat!"
However, instead of succumbing to defeat, the Hags’ bodies twitched and began to glow with a menacing red hue.