At that moment, Saitama charged straight into the monster tide! His goal was clear—the black crystal!
Ordinary monsters couldn't slow him down in the slightest. The punch wind of the Serious Series tore open a path through the horde as he advanced like a battering ram.
But just as he came within twenty meters of the crystal, another sudden change struck!
The space around the crystal twisted. Seven figures appeared out of thin air—each wearing a black robe inlaid with dark-gold patterns, their aura far heavier than that of ordinary cultists. In their hands were staves made of black crystal, each topped with a dim gemstone.
They were the dark cult's priests!
"Blasphemer… halt!" The lead priest's voice rasped like sandpaper. He raised his staff high, and the gemstone erupted with blinding violet-black light!
"Yami Sokubaku (Dark Binding)!"
All seven priests chanted in unison, pointing their staves at Saitama.
In an instant, the dark energy beneath Saitama's feet came alive, transforming into dozens of thick, barbed black chains that shot up and wrapped around him like lightning! At the same time, the space above his head split open—an enormous ghost claw formed from pure negative energy plunged down with soul-freezing chill! From the side, several shadowy cursed arrows silently streaked toward his vital points!
Spell attacks—coordinated and seamless…
Saitama's eyes narrowed.
"Looks like I'll have to deal with you first," he muttered. His body sank slightly as an invisible pressure began to gather. The dark chains around him let out strained creaks.
"In the name of the Abyss… I grant you eternal slumber!" The lead priest lifted his staff again. The gemstone flared to its peak as a massive, intricate violet-black magic circle rapidly formed above Saitama's head, radiating a suffocating aura of destruction.
The other six priests poured in their power as well, maintaining the chains restraining Saitama while continuously injecting corrosive energy.
…
The chains tightened harder and harder, screeching with harsh friction (even though they weren't metal). The barbs bit into Saitama's plain-looking hero suit, producing sizzling corrosive sounds. Within the magic circle overhead, a gigantic spear of pure dark energy was condensing—its tip aimed straight at Saitama's bald head!
"Saitama!" Spider-Man shouted anxiously. He wanted to help, but two powerful Bone Lords and a swarm of self-destructing wraiths had him pinned down, danger piling up at every turn.
Phil's squad had it even worse—crushed under a tidal wave of monsters, they couldn't even lift their heads, barely managing to keep themselves alive.
(End of Chapter)
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