Making a Break for It!

A single sword stroke slashed the Blood Moon! The Supreme Lord of the Blood Moon, who had pushed the Mountain of Corpses and Sea of Blood to its absolute limit, who had unleashed six-winged combat power from a descended vessel, was defeated. He had lost cleanly, decisively; his world secret realm, eternal wonder, and six-winged realm had entirely failed to serve their intended purpose, unable to buy him even a single second of respite! The situation had completely reversed—the hunters had become the prey! Of the three Sorcerer Nemesis blades, two remained; of the three descended Divine Lords, two remained! The Mirror Demon gripped the hilt. Patterns resembling molten iron surfaced across the blade's body, and as the edge howled into existence, scalding crow-blue flowed down the markings like candle wax. The screech of the blade drawing against the scabbard was agonizingly shrill, piercing deep into the Divine Lords' dignity. He remained expressionless, as if defeating the Blood Moon were merely a trivial matter unworthy of mention. He cast a casual glance at the Lord of Joy, looking just like a priest tossing a final glance before sliding the coffin lid shut. Words were unnecessary; the Mirror Demon's innate arrogance was already planted like a banner in the center of the battlefield, fluttering brazenly before the two Divine Lords. Rather than a hunter, he was more like a master of ceremonies... the master of ceremonies presiding over a funeral! "Second sword," the Mirror Demon said. "Joy Nemesis." The Lord of Joy did not hesitate for a heartbeat. Divine Might circulated through his feet as he swept up boundless wind and moonlight alongside swirling snowflakes, instantly ambushing the Mirror Demon! This Divine Lord—somewhat fussy, always spouting benevolence and morality yet wallowing in the mud with the others, hypocritically playing the saint—finally revealed the fierce side of a six-winged sorcerer at this moment! Even facing a blade capable of slaying the Blood Moon, he had no intention of dodging or defending. Perhaps the title of Lord of Joy had obscured too much history, but he was in fact the youngest and last Divine Lord of the modern era... Facing the joint siege of five Divine Lords—Blood Moon, Stars, Abyss, Omniscience, and Senluo—he alone had managed to secure a foothold in Heaven, forcing all five Divine Lords to acknowledge his status through battle after battle! Even without their Kingdoms of Heaven, secret realms, or gods, the six Divine Lords remained the six strongest combat sorcerers of the modern era! Or rather, only the six strongest combat sorcerers could ascend to Heaven and wield divine authority! The combat instinct engraved into a Divine Lord's soul was to search for flaws and overturn desperate situations! Lest anyone forget, their lives were also epics composed of countless miracles! Furthermore, the Lord of Joy had already seen through the working principle behind "Sorcerer Nemesis," fully understanding why it rendered the Supreme Lord of the Blood Moon utterly powerless to resist. Rather than truth expressed through swordsmanship, it was more like "poison." A blade poison that perfectly countered the foe. By factoring in all of the enemy's intelligence and cracking every single one of their abilities, it was just as the Mirror Demon had said: "forging swords for you." For these were indeed swords that could only affect them specifically. Blood Moon Nemesis would have no effect against anyone else, but if it struck the Supreme Lord of the Blood Moon, his sanctuary would collapse, the sea of blood would shatter, the maggots and flies would scatter, and his soul body would perish—impossible to evade, impossible to block. One could even say that this was a unique wonder that guaranteed an absolute kill once correctly activated, leaving no chance of survival! And its greatest flaw also lay in being "correctly activated"! The moment the Lord of Joy launched his surprise attack, he dismantled the other ordinary wonders within his Temple of Sorcery and casually recombined various miracles to strengthen himself. When the Mirror Demon had actively engaged them earlier, his objective was inevitably to gather detailed intelligence on them in order to forge a sorcery nemesis tailored to each. Thus, as long as the Lord of Joy altered his soul body parameters, the "Joy Nemesis" the Mirror Demon had just forged would naturally turn into a useless piece of scrap iron! For "Sorcery Nemesis" to have such devastating effects—unstoppable even by world secret realms and eternal wonders—its activation conditions were destined to be exceptionally stringent; altering a single soul body parameter would be enough to render it completely ineffective! To think he could defeat all Divine Lords with a single unique wonder was far too naive— *Clang.* A ray of sword light flashed through the wind, flowers, snow, and moon, slicing across the Lord of Joy's arms and chest as smoothly as a hot knife parting butter, or a scythe harvesting chives. The virulent poison of Joy Nemesis instantly dissolved everything of his, rendering all his improvisations and counters utterly meaningless, turning him instead into a Lalafell that had voluntarily walked onto the chopping block. Yet the Lord of Joy felt no fury at this moment, only profound bewilderment: he had clearly altered his parameters, so why did Sorcerer Nemesis still take effect? Could this unique wonder surpass their comprehension, impossible to withstand even if parameters were changed? However, his confusion was swiftly answered—he saw that the Joy Nemesis wielded by the Mirror Demon differed slightly in appearance and color from earlier. It no longer dripped crow-blue candle wax, but was entwined with a breeze like a blue bird. *So that was it.* The Lord of Joy understood. While he was altering his soul body parameters, the opponent was also adjusting the formulation of the blade's poison. It sounded simple enough, but merely pondering it felt unbelievable—just now, the Lord of Joy had been combining different miracles every second to buff himself, fine-tuning his soul body attributes eighteen times each second. Even he himself couldn't be certain of his exact parameters, yet the other side could still adjust the poison's formulation in real time to counter him? The Lord of Joy suddenly had an epiphany: the unique wonder "Sorcerer Nemesis" alone could not defeat the Divine Lords; what truly defeated them was the monster wielding Sorcerer Nemesis. Even without Sorcerer Nemesis, they would still have been defeated, because they had chosen an enemy they could not overcome in the mortal world... Funny enough, it was because they couldn't deal with Supreme Stars that they descended to the mortal realm to pick on a soft persimmon. But looking at it now, who was the soft persimmon here? The Lord of Joy dissolved into streaming light. Wind, flowers, snow, and moon ceased interfering with the world, settling quietly over the newly emerged Temple of Sorcery upon the earth. The Lord of Joy returned to Heaven; the Demon-Hunting Angel perished on the spot! The Joy Nemesis in the Mirror Demon's hand dissipated along with him. As his hand touched the final hilt, the Weaver without hesitation unleashed a boundless wave of sound. The entire world blurred, all sight and sound descending into chaotic madness, and then the Hanging Gardens roared with a deafening rumble, tearing open the sky curtain to flee outward! She was going to run! As the most cunning and intelligent Divine Lord, of the three mystery factions, only the fate faction eluded the Weaver. The world only knew that her prophecy faction was peerless across the Void Realm, unaware that her truth faction was among the very best as well. That was why only she could see the truly absurd reality of the Mirror Demon. Both the Supreme Lord of the Blood Moon and the Lord of Joy could tell that the Mirror Demon needed to gather their intelligence to forge a sorcery nemesis. But the real issue was—aside from gods, wonders, and secret realms, the Mirror Demon also had to factor in their sorcery realms! More accurately, the Mirror Demon's sorcery attainment had to stand above all of their sorcery attainments in order to forge a sorcery nemesis that utterly countered them! If the Mirror Demon's blood sorcery weren't at the six-winged level, on what basis could he forge a sorcery nemesis that made the Supreme Lord of the Blood Moon crumble on contact? The unique wonder "Sorcery Nemesis" was not some assassin's trick of "gathering enemy intelligence and tailoring a counter." On the contrary, it was an imperial art of sheer, overbearing dominance—it amplified the caster's advantage in realm. Only a lunatic confident that his sorcery attainment reigned supreme over all sorcerers, one who possessed all the knowledge of the Void Realm, could wield this wonder and forge a lethal blade for every enemy! If the fact that the Mirror Demon could wield Sorcery Nemesis was already shocking enough, then the way his Joy Nemesis adjusted to the Lord of Joy's parameter shifts was a realm that even the Weaver could not fathom—just now, the Lord of Joy had been burning his divided consciousness, adjusting his soul body with six-winged thought speed! Thought speed was a crucial quality rarely spoken of, yet intimately understood by every sorcerer. Why could Silver Sorcerers usually only use sorcery spirits, and only begin learning miracle arts upon becoming Gold Sorcerers? Because a Silver Sorcerer's thought speed was too slow to control multiple sorcery spirits simultaneously to form a miracle—in short, the capacity to multitask. Unless one dabbled in the mind or soul factions, a sorcerer's thought speed only increased gradually as they scaled the Void Realm. In fact, the very concept of a "wonder" was the result of demigods unable to break through thought speed limits choosing to accumulate advantages over time. If thought speed were high enough, a sorcerer constructing an ultra-large-scale miracle formed of hundreds of sorcery spirits in a single instant would be a wonder in and of itself. The gap in thought speed between six wings and five wings was even greater than that between five wings and mortals. That was why Sonia and the others were beaten down the moment the Weaver and her peers went all out—under six-winged thought speed, Sonia and the others were as slow as cat-caterpillars squirming on the ground. The Mirror Demon having maneuvered effortlessly through the sorcery tempest just now relying solely on Divine Might and twin swords was enough to show that his thought speed was also at the six-winged level. Now, when the Lord of Joy burned his divided consciousness to adjust his soul body, not only could he keep pace, but he could simultaneously adjust the sorcery nemesis to dismantle it... Could someone playing rock-paper-scissors and someone who clearly saw what you threw before throwing the winning counter-hand at the exact same instant have thought speeds on the same level? The Weaver couldn't do it, nor could any six-winged Divine Lord! A unique wonder as mighty as "Sorcery Nemesis" couldn't even arouse the Weaver's greed—in her hands, this wonder would only become a heap of scrap. No, in this world, aside from the monster before her eyes, it was utterly impossible for anyone to wield Sorcery Nemesis! At this moment, this monster wearing Yaxiu's skin seemed even more terrifying in the Weaver's eyes than Supreme Stars! The Mirror Demon tightened his grip on the hilt. Molten-gold patterns instantly surfaced across the blade, spreading across it like a spider's web. He raised his eyes; the endless sound waves blurred his vision, preventing him from even catching sight of the Weaver's shadow. "Third sword," he introduced on his own. "Omniscience Nemesis." Inky sword marks tore through the sound waves. "Heart Hunt Sovereignty" and "Omniscience Nemesis" merged into one, web-like sword marks flooding the four world secret realms swiftly like rays of light. Sonia and the others watched blankly as the inky marks of Omniscience Nemesis grazed past their soul bodies without harming them in the slightest. But for the Weaver, who had not yet broken free from the secret realm's blockade, touching that web meant total annihilation of soul and body! Now, Wind, Flowers, Snow, and Moon and Mountain of Corpses and Sea of Blood had ceased their blockade, but the Ancient Battlefield's Battlefield Curtain still enshrouded this area—the Weaver began to regret not slaying Sonia outright earlier! Left with no choice, the Weaver took a deep breath, having her true body in Heaven activate the eternal wonder within the "Black Curtain"!