Coulson, always quick to respond in critical situations, immediately replied, "Mr. White Lantern, we are handling all of this for you. After… uh, your battle is over, can we talk? We would like to exchange ideas with you."
"Don't call me White Lantern. I am the Lord of the White Sky."
Without giving Coulson a chance to respond, Lance casually raised his finger and threw a double lotus-shaped blue fire pendant. The object flew unhindered and shattered the incantation that was being chanted, causing the Dark Young to scream in pain.
As if nothing had happened, Lance continued in a flat tone, "You don't need to talk to me. I am merely a guest who was invited. If you have questions, just ask the one who invited me."
Coulson raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised. "You mean… Mr. Lance White?"
Lance was about to answer, but suddenly his body tensed.
Cold.
Not the cold that came from physical temperature, but something much deeper—a cold that crept from the depths of Lance's soul, penetrating to his very bones.
Darkness infiltrated silently, as if something was groping in the shadows, trying to penetrate and investigate Lance's soul.
Lance's thoughts suddenly became hazy.
At the same time, uncontrollable emotions began to swell within Lance—anger so intense, as if something was burning Lance's consciousness from within.
"GRROAAARR!!"
Lance's roar erupted, shaking the air around him. Lance's expression turned ferocious, his eyes radiating a terrifying aura, as if he had transformed into a monster ready to pounce on its prey.
In an instant, the atmosphere around him changed drastically. The air became so heavy, as if weighed down by the pressure of the deep ocean.
Coulson and the SHIELD agents felt their chests constrict, struggling to breathe. Pain pierced their throats, as if their lungs were about to explode.
"Sir… Lord of the White Sky…?"
Coulson tried to speak, but his body reflexively knelt. Cold sweat dampened his temples as Coulson felt the invisible pressure battering against him.
Then…
Explosion!
A wave of spiritual pressure erupted like a volcano, shooting into the sky with tremendous force. The fierce wind raged wildly, sweeping away the clouds in an instant, leaving the sky looking empty and hollow.
However, after the storm raged, calm returned.
"Huff… huff… huff…"
Coulson and the others coughed, trying to take deep breaths after being freed from the terrifying pressure.
After a moment, Coulson finally lifted his head with great effort, his eyes still reflecting confusion and fear. "Lord of the White Sky… What actually happened?"
Lance looked at Coulson with a flat expression, no longer showing the fierce demeanor he had before. "It's nothing… just someone trying to mess with me."
Lance's voice sounded calm, but his eyes hinted at sharpness.
A curse.
One of the most insidious forms of black magic that ever existed.
Whether it attacks the body or the soul, once a curse attaches, it acts like cancer—creeping, gnawing, and almost impossible to remove.
Lance could feel the nature of this curse—evil god energy transformed into a deadly weapon. But the person behind this was too reckless.
There must be a sorcerer using evil god energy to create an ancient curse, then using the Dark Young as a medium for its spread.
That ancient power, which transcends space and time, infiltrates through the curse, destroying and burning everything it touches.
If Lance's spiritual pressure hadn't been strong enough to forcibly repel it at the right moment, his fate could have ended tragically.
Someone capable of doing this was clearly not an ordinary person. Lance squinted, concluding something. Black sorcerers were always known to be cunning. They do not fight directly but exploit gaps and use their opponent's power to their advantage.
Especially those who understand high-dimensional energy—given the slightest opportunity, they could unleash destructive power far beyond their limits.
If one is not always vigilant, sooner or later, they could fall into their traps. However, this time, Lance was lucky. His extraordinary spiritual pressure—something that could be compared to the power of a Captain like Aizen—exploded with full force. The energy from the ancient evil god was indeed strong, but not enough to gnaw at Lance's soul. It gave Lance just enough of a gap to free himself.
The troublemaker must be nearby!
Lance's eyes flickered sharply, and in an instant, he spread his spiritual pressure across the area. The air around Lance trembled, as if responding to the power he emitted.
Suddenly, without warning, Lance turned with a swift motion, and his right arm sliced through the air like an invisible blade.
"Hadō #78. Zangerin! (Slicing Flower Ring)!"
A crescent-shaped soul sword shot through the air, barely missing Coulson's side at incredible speed, before finally striking a hill that had been shattered hundreds of meters away.
Explosion!
The hill, over thirty meters tall, was instantly split in two by the brutal impact. The top collapsed immediately, shattering into large fragments that were thrown into the air. However, before the fragments could fall to the ground, they were completely eroded—vanishing like dust swept away by the wind. In the blink of an eye, all that remained was emptiness where the hill once stood.
"…"
Coulson stared at the horrific sight with wide eyes. His lips parted slightly, as if wanting to say something, but no sound came out. Coulson's body trembled slightly, while cold sweat trickled down his back. A strong wind swirled around Coulson, tugging at the ends of his coat like a flag flapping wildly in the storm.
'Did I say something wrong? Should you scare me like this?' That thought crossed Coulson's mind, but he was too afraid to voice it directly.
However, before Coulson could calm himself, a long, painful howl suddenly echoed in the distance.
Coulson quickly turned, his eyes searching for the source of the sound. Far away, amidst the debris, a small black dot could be seen running in panic. Swiftly, Coulson grabbed a telescope and observed it more closely. As Coulson looked more clearly, the corners of his mouth twitched in disbelief.
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