The Paladin in the Abyss

Chapter 315: Chapter 319: Evil Spirit Eruption

The heart is a weakness for many creatures, especially for demons, known for their tenacious life force. Having spent such a long time in the Abyss, Lancelot had developed an almost muscle-memory-like instinct to strike at the heart. In most cases, this subconscious reaction allowed his attacks to be faster and more precise, executing miraculous dodges.

However, when facing spectral enemies like a succubus, striking the heart was no different from hitting any other part. It would still deal damage, but not a fatal blow.

The succubus’s face revealed a ferocious expression mixed with pain and rage as she fiercely pounced towards the Human Knight. Lancelot thought to himself, ‘this is bad,’ but he had rushed in too eagerly to save someone and it was too late to avoid the attack now.

The succubus crashed right into him and then passed completely through his body, a sensation that felt like suddenly plunging into icy cold water, seemingly draining even the strength to breathe.

The cold feeling disappeared as the succubus left his body, taking some of his life force with her, leaving him feeling as if he was on the verge of collapse, despite his Foundation Establishment Stage physique.

But Lancelot was no ordinary man. True Yuan burst forth from his Dantian, filling every inch of his meridians. By instantly using up thirty percent of his True Yuan, he brought his body back to optimal condition.

Sensing the position of his enemy behind him, Sword Aura flared up on Frostslash like a dazzling flame, Lancelot turned around and swung his sword, a crescent of blue light sweeping across the succubus’s abdomen.

He was not the only one who attacked. Elothysia’s speed might not match Lancelot’s, but she had already caught up behind him. Her longsword, adorned with angelic wings, emitted a brilliant golden light. Evilbane Slash fell like the midday sun, intersecting with Lancelot’s Horizontal Slash in a perfect cross.

The succubus’s spectral figure was directly split into four, Lancelot felt a slight relief in his heart, thinking, ‘Such an attack must surely be lethal to even the strongest demon, right?’

But in the next instant, his Spirit Perception frantically sounded an alarm, then a terrifying force hit him, like an uppercut to his chin, sending him flying harshly.

After receiving the fatal combined strike from the Human Knight and the Succubus Paladin, the succubus exploded. From the cracks in her figure, dozens of ghost-like shadows surged out, flooding towards everyone present.

Lancelot, being closest to the succubus, had three shadows rushing directly at him. The instant he landed, the Human Knight performed a nimble backward roll and swiftly stood up, his weapon incessantly slashing out three times, each stroke shattering a shadow. Yet these spectral forms quickly reassembled not far away, some charging at him again, others targeting nearby people.

The Human Knight’s longsword whirled like a tornado, shattering all approaching shadows, but others weren’t as skilled. Several shadows attacked Alamir, forcing the priest to draw his Hardhead Hammer for defense, but this action disrupted his spellcasting focus, and sounds filled the dark cave once more.

As everyone’s hearing recovered, they were instantly met with the sharp and piercing wails of the Succubus. The defense they barely maintained was immediately shattered, as countless shadows rushed into their bodies, stealing their life force and then returning to the main body. The fragmented figure of the Succubus began to heal at a visible rate.

Lancelot’s heart sank bit by bit; the power of this Succubus had exceeded everyone’s expectations. Today, he might still be able to escape using Shadow Jump, but the others were likely doomed.

With this thought, Lancelot grimly determined to step towards the screaming Succubus. If the two previous slashes hadn’t killed the Succubus, then he would strike three more times, ten times, a hundred times. Even if it meant exhausting all his cultivation today, he was determined to kill this monster!

The Succubus, constantly releasing shadows, seemed unable to move, but she was very aware that this Human Knight posed the greatest threat. More shadows surged towards Lancelot like moths to a flame, trying to forcefully extinguish this candlelight.

Lancelot’s sword strokes became faster and faster; with every heartbeat, he swung dozens of times. The wildly dancing Sword Aura almost formed a blue light barrier, blocking all the attacking shadows on the outside.

Such an outburst was not without a price. The True Yuan inside his Dantian surged out crazily, burning up rapidly like fuel, enhancing his physical strength to the extreme. This barely met the body’s burden of high-frequency sword swinging. He advanced step by step, facing increasingly greater resistance.

But, Lancelot sadly realized that before he could deal with the Succubus, the enemy would take the lives of all his companions. The thought filled him with fear. If there was anything scarier than being trapped in the Abyss filled with Demons, it was losing the companions within the Abyss.

Although their strength seemed not as great as his own, the deeper Lancelot understood the Abyss, the more he became aware of how crucial his friends were. They were the beacons that kept his sanity intact, the compass that guided his moral bearings. Without the companionship of his friends, Lancelot could hardly imagine what kind of beast he would become to survive in the Abyss.

Discarding these distracting thoughts from his mind, Lancelot gathered all his rage, inching towards the screaming Succubus, with only one thought in his mind: to chop this monster that would kill all his partners into pieces.@@novelbin@@

Many warriors let anger completely dominate them in battle, falling into a total Berserk State. In such a state, they could unleash the physical limits of strength and speed, and wouldn’t stop for any injury unless completely knocked down. Such warriors were common among the nomadic tribes far from the civilized world, but Lancelot rarely let anger dominate him in battle.

It’s not that he didn’t understand the power of anger. As a knight, the battles he faced were often protracted for weeks or even months between two armies, where any fighting style that wasted physical strength was extremely unwise. But in this moment, faced with the desperate situation of his comrades losing their lives, Lancelot completely unleashed his mental shackles, allowing himself to burst forth with his ultimate combat power.

In such a state, he certainly didn’t notice that his originally blue Sword Aura had turned into flame-like red light, and the True Yuan circulating through his Meridians burned hot as if ignited.

A certain special power had been activated by the stimulation of his angry emotions.

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