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Chapter 370 - Chapter 370: Alia's Death Fight

A colossal roar, more terrifying than any previous explosion, shook the entire battlefield!

Crimson and searing white destructive energy, mixed with rampaging electric arcs, transformed into a rapidly expanding sphere of death and destruction, completely engulfing Aria's body!

The massive muddy pit on the ground, along with several meters of surrounding rock, was instantly vaporized and gasified!

Leaving behind a shocking, colossal charred crater! Burning flames and leaping electric arcs still lingered on the edges of the crater!

Smoke and dust, mixed with the smell of sulfur and char, shot up into the sky!

Cana was panting heavily, her chest heaving; that instantaneous burst of power had almost drained nearly a third of her Magic!

She stared fixedly at the huge crater shrouded in explosion smoke, her sharp gaze piercing through the swirling dust.

Just then!

Whoosh—!!!

A figure suddenly shot out from the still-dissipating smoke!

Like a tattered sack flung by a heavy hammer!

It was Aria!

The front of his dark brown coat was almost completely shattered, revealing the lining beneath, which was charred black, covered in tearing burns and horrifying holes from the electricity!

The spot on his chest where the Ten Demon Generals' emblem was imprinted was also torn, and a trickle of dark red blood slowly seeped from the gap beneath his mask, dripping onto the charred ground.

After landing, he stumbled several steps before steadying himself, leaning against a cooled, solidified black volcanic rock, his chest heaving violently, each breath accompanied by a painful, hoarse sound of his lungs being impacted.

His eyes beneath the mask, visible through the grotesque holes, stared fixedly at Cana, the coldness in his gaze finally replaced by a complete, burning fury and a hint of disbelief!

"Cough... cough..." Aria coughed, his breath carrying flecks of blood.

He looked at the terrible injury on his chest and his almost destroyed coat, as if seeing Jose's gloomy face.

The fear of mission failure, for the first time, surpassed his perception of pain.

"Good... very good!" Aria's voice became hoarse and distorted from suppressing immense pain and rage, "Damn rat! You've completely enraged me!"

The cold tone completely vanished, leaving only a mad roar!

He violently tore off the already tattered fragments of the Ten Demon Generals' emblem from his chest and slammed them to the ground!

His movements were so rough it was as if it wasn't his own wound.

"Forcing me to use this forbidden Undead Magic... you have reason to be proud, and you're also good enough for hell!" Aria's voice was like a curse from a ghost of the Nine Netherworlds, his hands suddenly clasped together in front of his chest in an extremely strange, twisted posture!

His ten fingers frantically formed a heart-palpitating mark covered in ominous dark purple runes!

Woo—Om—!!!

An unprecedented, vast, and dizzyingly complex Undead Magic circle instantly unfolded beneath his feet!

With a diameter of five meters!

The Magic circle was no longer half-green, half-purple, but had completely transformed into a pure, ink-black color that devoured everything!

Countless twisted, struggling phantom souls were forcibly dragged out of the Magic circle, emitting silent yet soul-piercing, mournful shrieks!

In the center of the Magic circle, the rock beneath Aria's feet strangely melted and etherealized, as if connecting to an unspeakable Undead abyss!

A pure, cold, soul-freezing dark Magic pressure, like an icy storm from hell, swept out!

The surrounding temperature plummeted to freezing point!

The churning red glow of the lava pool seemed to be absorbed by this darkness, becoming dim!

"Realm of the Dead · Hour of the Underworld — Hundred Demons Night Parade · Soul Burst Deluge!!!"

Aria roared like a madman!

His clasped hands suddenly pushed forward fiercely towards Cana, as if opening the gates of hell!!!

Rumble rumble rumble—!!!!

The dark, viscous energy torrent, condensed in the center of the Magic circle, composed of thousands, even tens of thousands, of forcibly extracted, exploding, painful soul energy bodies, emanating a strong aura of death and despair, surged forth like the River Styx overflowing its banks in the underworld!

Carrying a terrifying will to destroy all life and souls!

Overwhelming!

Instantly devouring all space in its path!

Rushing wildly towards Cana!

Space itself seemed to wail, corroded by this extreme death energy!

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