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Chapter 791: Chapter 172: The Human Warrior Breaking Out Chapter 791: Chapter 172: The Human Warrior Breaking Out Yaspavand Pankault.

An aged giant who had become extremely decrepid, the biological brother of the Shadowy Celestial Marshal and the “Eternal Vanguard” Candle Master Apostle Castening Pankault.

All of his generation of giants had long since died out, even those a generation younger than him had perished.

Yet he was still alive.

Yaspavand was a member of the Giant Royal Family, a true pure-blooded giant with bear fur!

Although he was known as the “Giant Chieftain,” and indeed once a member of the royal family, he was never the Giant King—the title “Giant Chieftain” was self-bestowed.

He could be considered an uncle of some generations of Giant Kings, thus an ancestor of the current generation of Giant Kings.

The former Castening was also a member of the royal family—he abandoned the surname of the Giant Royal Family and changed his name to Castening Pankault.

Yaspavand’s wife also had been Castening’s wife.

And from her, he inherited the surname “Pankault” and the Holy Temple.

—This place was Pankault Sanctuary, the former Candle Temple!

Facing the furiously enraged Yaspavand was a handsome, resolute human warrior wielding a Holy Lance.

Between the two of them was the recently shattered, continuously cracking Magic Cauldron.

Countless splashing broth spilled everywhere like a tsunami.

But as it fell to the ground, it hissed and evaporated on its own.

The red garnets set into the cauldron were fracturing one after another, and countless white souls were released from the stones, mixing with the steaming white Steam.

That human warrior evidently saw the arrival of Aiwass and the Night Fiend.

He didn’t sigh with relief; instead, he grew solemn, gripping the Holy Lance Lengominiad in his hand and warily watching the Night Fiend.

Then, his Holy Lance burned with an intense flame, erupting with an exceptionally divine and brilliant rainbow light—

It was even more splendid than when Aiwass had activated it before.

Countless black Sin Thorns spread from the hilt of the Holy Lance, twisted in the air, bent back, and plunged into the back of the human warrior.

It looked as if two wings made of Sin Thorns had formed.

With blood’s infusion, the insides of those black Sin Thorns turned red.

They shone with a red light, casting a striking contrast against their original black shell.

Surges of Pure White flames roared into existence—spreading from the Holy Lance to the entire body of the human warrior, enveloping him in a dense fiery form.

Waves of intense heat surged like tides, and Aiwass suddenly felt a pain in his eyes, letting out a deep cry, “Ah…”

Under that resonance of Strength, Aiwass’s vision suddenly became a Blur—

At that moment, the Night Fiend suddenly launched an attack on Yaspavand.

For Vinesse, too, this was a humiliating memory.

It was the first formidable opponent she faced after deciding to lend all her Strength to Aiwass.

However, back then Aiwass couldn’t fully contain her shadow Strength, so she could only evade in embarrassment and flee for her life.

But now…

“—The tables have turned, Yaspavand!”

The Night Fiend let out an increasingly sharp cry, mixed with a metallic sound.

In an instant, black fog spread from her body, filling the air saturated with white mist, polluting it.

When Yaspavand was swallowed by the black fog, red glowing patterns emerged on his body.

That was Night Fiend’s Curse!

He immediately realized something and turned his head to glare at the Night Fiend.

—Petrifying gaze!

The Night Fiend merely sneered in response.

Just before his attack began, she grabbed Aiwass and teleported to a different location in an instant, leaving only a mirror image behind.

Then that mirror continually replicated and divided, forming a wall of illusionary mirrors steaming with black smoke.

The Petrifying gaze was instantly reflected by these mirrors, scattered and then concentrated back upon Yaspavand himself!

Even with divine blood’s blessing and protection, even though it was his own attack, under the Night Fiend’s “gaze reflection” ability his upper body still immediately showed extensive signs of petrification.

If it were not for the Petrifying gaze petrifying his own eyes first and interrupting his own petrifying gaze… that strike might have completely petrified him!

“…I thought you were stronger, but you can’t even reach the Sixth Power Level,”

The Night Fiend’s maliciously cursed voice filled the space, its origin indiscernible: “That said, Castening also reached only the Sixth Power Level in the Material Realm.

And you, you had to collude with that bitch’s betrayal, poisoning and assassination to beat him without a Weapon…

which means…

you’re inferior to him.

“You’re inferior to him!

“You’re inferior to him!

“You’re inferior to him…”

The Night Fiend’s voice overlapped, echoing like a broken phonograph playing in a loop.

The words struck home for Yaspavand, filling him with rage—but just as he was about to compress the petrified marks on his body, those mirrors shattered into nothingness, revealing countless crimson pupils.

Under her Cursing gaze, the red patterning spread rapidly across Yaspavand’s body, covering him completely.

It was a Curse that reduced resistance while making the body more fragile and lowering defenses!

Yaspavand’s attempt to break the petrification on him, which might have only led to the stone falling away on his aged yet still strong body,

became a vicious act of self-destruction in an instant, when his body grew fragile.

His body instantly became riddled with cracks—

like heated glass suddenly immersed in ice water.

His body exploded, bursting open, and blood splattered everywhere.

And just then, the blazing human youth roared and leapt into the air!

As he soared— the spear, sharp as a needle, struck right into the freshly burst wound of Yaspavand!

A scorching beam of light pierced through the crack, exploding out the other side of Yaspavand’s body and leaving a massive round hole!

—That was exactly where Yaspavand’s heart was located!

Even with his heart shattered by the lance in one strike, Yaspavand still did not cease his action.

He was not as foolish as his wife during the ascension ceremony—trying to shake off the enemy up close with the Holy Lance in hand.

Yaspavand suddenly exerted force, his body falling backward as swift as lightning!

With the accompanying dust, the ground abruptly collapsed and fractured.

It was like a heavy hammer, fiercely smashing onto the stone slabs!

But it wasn’t a hammer; it was the back of Yaspavand!

If this blow had hit Arthur—without a doubt, he would have been instantly crushed into a pulp.

The momentum of Yaspavand’s sudden fall would have firmly held Arthur against his back!

Even if the strike missed Arthur, no matter—

Yaspavand maintained the position with his back on the ground, arms spread wide and raised high.

One hand aimed at the Night Fiend, the other at Aiwass by her side.

His back, close to the ground, gradually turned into stone, merging with the earth.

The petrification extended half a meter high, and his carcass was completely sealed with the ground.

His raised arms were also gradually petrifying.

Two dull yellow beams ripped through the atmosphere and came barreling down!

The vast recoil made the ground rumble incessantly, as if an overloaded dump truck were passing by, causing the ground to quake mildly.

Had his arms not finished petrifying, just the impact of the light beams would have been enough to break his own limbs.

That was the “Crushing Light Beam,” a power merged from the Path of Dusk and the Path of Strength!

The Night Fiend merely used her wings to shield herself, and the black shield she had conjured in front of her easily blocked the blow.

As long as its medium remained light, it would still be effortlessly swallowed by the night.

—And on the other side, “Aiwass” was instantly shattered by the light beam!

His body broke apart like a shattered mirror.

The remaining stream of light hit the ceiling, puncturing it instantly!

Above that Holy Temple, the stone ceiling, built entirely of stone, trembled as though made of fragile tofu, and then disintegrated into countless tiny stones, crumbling like rain.

Above the sky, there was no sign of the noonday sun.

Only a dim, blood-red sky.

The deluge of blood rain poured down, and his body, half turned to stone, could not avoid it and had to endure being flayed alive.

—Intense pain.

Yaspavand’s brain was instantly covered in agony.

At that moment, the “Aiwass” who had just been shattered turned into a wisp of black smoke, spiraling in the air for a long time.

Then, it transformed into a crimson black smoke—condensing into a sharp spear, descending fiercely!

It turned into the Cursed Spear, plunging into Yaspavand’s shattered chest where his heart had been!@@novelbin@@

Patterns like blood vessels or spider webs spread from where his chest had split.

Along with the new curse spreading within, the scorching pain continued to rise.

…And the Elf?!

Yaspavand thought he could at least take two enemies with him in death, a glorious end—but the current situation made his eyes bulge in furious disbelief.

His body had been cursed, and if he tried to break free from the petrification again, he would probably shatter completely…

and if he released the petrification, perhaps he would even let the last enemy escape.

Without a doubt, his final strike for glory had failed.

Then he must at least take one with him!

It was at that moment.

A fierce flame suddenly ignited in his chest.

Intense agony could not mask his astonishment.

That was…

The flame rose like a tunnel, slowly spreading inside him—heading up towards his head.

Amidst Yaspavand’s heart-wrenching roars, he undid the petrification, his hand clenching into a fist.

He pounded his chest again and again, again and again!

He struck his throat, his face, his ears!

He was bloodied all over from his own beating but still could not stop the slow and steady spread of the flames.

In the end, Yaspavand convulsed violently, with fire shooting from his orifices.

The human warrior, battered and with nearly all bones broken, soaked in blood and engulfed in flames, staggered forth from beneath his eyelids.

As Yaspavand had fallen backward, the human youth had torn through his back and burrowed into his freshly blown-open heart, forcibly carving a path inside his body!

And now, he emerged from within—busting out through the eyes!