Chapter 342: Glorious Purgatory

In reality, Donald had not yet mastered top-tier hyper-magic techniques like casting two spells simultaneously. Such abilities required the assistance of an intelligent entity independent of the caster’s body yet connected to their soul—such as connecting with the spirit of a tower spirit inside a mage tower to cast spells together.
Otherwise, even the most powerful Archmage Lords could only rely on advanced hyper-magic techniques like spell replication, trigger spells, spell matrices, chain triggers, and spell sequences—techniques that involved preparing spells in advance—to cast two or more spells at once.
After all, a being like a human has only one core will; if there were two, that person would likely be suffering from schizophrenia!
Since these spells were granted by divine bloodlines, Donald’s casting of them did not interfere with his preparation of his own spells, allowing him to seemingly cast two spells at the same time—a truly astonishing sight.
Lightning is always the fastest among energy-based spells. Unless one can predict it in advance, even a true god would find it difficult to dodge.
This time, Blood Hawk raised the Book of Purgatory once again. To his surprise, this weapon, which had always given him an edge against mage enemies, failed to absorb the attacks promptly. It seemed as though some kind of restriction prevented it from instantly opening up its internal space to channel the attacks inward.
Fortunately, thanks to the sturdy nature of the sub-divine artifact itself, the Book of Purgatory managed to block this wave of lightning. Yet, some of the electric currents still splashed onto Hawk’s hand holding the sub-divine artifact, causing him to experience the agony of electric shock on the spot.
His once-spread-out hair instantly turned into a matted ball, making him look ridiculous.
Although these electrical energies couldn’t cause much harm to a legendary powerhouse, they enraged Blood Hawk.
“Damn you, mage! I’ll tear you apart…”
Though the threats from a legendary powerhouse were terrifying, Donald found the opponent’s current appearance combined with his angry expression extremely amusing. He even found time to chuckle.
This laughter only made Blood Hawk, who inspired fear wherever he went, even more furious. He immediately pushed back Carlisle, temporarily escaping the legendary Sword Saint’s interference, aiming to use this moment to break the restriction and unleash the power of his sub-divine artifact.
But how could Donald’s spells be so easily broken?

Cast together with the previous lightning-summoning spell was an eighth-level spell, Spatial Lock, which could seal off an area of about twenty feet in radius, preventing all space-crossing actions such as teleportation, mind transfer, and interdimensional travel—making it a true nemesis of spatial abilities. Not only was the spatial power of this divine artifact unusable, but Hawk also found his innate abilities blocked. This indicated that it was a spell specifically designed to seal spatial abilities. Although Hawk wasn’t a mage, he had considerable experience, and he quickly realized that despite its strength, the range of this sealing effect was very limited. Before the legendary Sword Saint could attack again, he had already moved dozens of steps to the side and vanished from sight in a flash.

Donald had long been observing this guy’s stealth abilities. At this moment, he not only activated his divine vision and truth-sight spells but also prepared spells to reveal invisibility—yet he still saw nothing. Considering that the opponent hadn’t used such abilities within the range of Spatial Lock, he became even more convinced of his earlier suspicion: this guy’s ability was similar to teleportation. Such spells allowed one to teleport back and forth between the main world and its dimensional gaps or secondary realms, greatly increasing the chances of missing enemy attacks and spells. The caster’s own spells also had a certain chance of failing, and they would be treated as invisible creatures during attacks. However, once an attack was launched, they would inevitably break free from the spell’s effect and reveal their presence.

Teleportation was merely a third-level spell, yet the opponent’s ability was extremely powerful—a innate ability akin to the legendary spell Phase Shift. Phase Shift was an advanced version of teleportation, further enhanced by Higher Teleportation, requiring a casting level of seven. But the opponent’s ability was different; it seemed to rely on shadow energy, likely allowing them to move through shadow realms with effects identical to Phase Shift. Shadow realms were one of the companion realms of the main world, with entrances almost everywhere. Casters above bronze level who mastered the relevant spells could enter shadow realms to adventure, but they couldn’t switch between shadow realms and the main world as freely as this legendary warrior, Bloodthirsty Hawk!

Now that he knew the opponent’s abilities, it became much easier to counter them effectively, no longer as helpless as before when faced with the enemy’s disappearance without any understanding.

While the battles between the other two sides were intense, the situation at Donald’s group was rather strange.

Carlisle and Donald stood in place as their opponent vanished without a trace. Yet they weren’t in a hurry either; they simply remained vigilant, ready for any sudden attack. Suddenly, Donald’s expression changed, and he shot a beam of holy light upward toward the old mage’s head. “Master, be careful above!” The old mage was fighting one of the two top golden warriors in the area, and with the help of several others, he was steadily holding the opponent at a disadvantage, expecting to finish the fight soon. Just then, a faint spatial disturbance appeared three feet above the old mage’s head. Even before his disciple warned him, the old mage sensed it and immediately rolled aside to avoid the enemy’s sudden attack, activating the defensive spell “Flame Shield” on his mage robe right away. This level-four spell allowed flames to surround the body like those of an Abyssal Flame Demon, providing protection and, at critical moments, enabling the mage to entangle the opponent and inflict severe fire damage. Once the spell on his robe was activated, the wooden staff in the old mage’s hand transformed and came to life, coiling around the suddenly appearing enemy like a giant serpent. This was also a level-four spell, “Entangling Staff,” which, like Flame Shield, was a signature spell for mages of the transformation school. Although its level was low and its power not very strong, it was more effective than simple elemental spells in saving one’s life during critical moments. Two level-four spells were enough for a mage who wasn’t good at close combat to withstand an attack from a legendary warrior up close—something that seemed impossible to others, but for the old mage, who had mastered spell usage to a high level, it was merely an instinctive reaction. Bloody Hawk failed in his ambush but managed to evade the old mage’s two defensive counterattacks. However, he couldn’t dodge Donald’s subsequent beam attack. This was a level-three spell, “Light of Heaven,” which could release a beam of positive energy summoned from a higher plane or transform into two beams with even greater power than level-one Light of Heaven. It could deal massive damage to undead and evil beings from the outer realms, while when used on non-evil living beings, it had the effect of a moderate healing spell. His attempt to hide by crossing space after failing his ambush was instantly interrupted by a dimensional anchor. With this mark that repelled spatial movement, he would at least be unable to infiltrate the Shadow Realm for a while until the spell’s effect wore off.

The Shadow Plane is essentially the enemy’s home ground, and Donald certainly wouldn’t be foolish enough to go there and fight them. Although Shadow Power isn’t strictly part of the evil faction, those who use it are mostly from that faction. As a derivative force of the Dark Laws, Shadow Power is naturally restrained by the light of positive energy.
“He’s temporarily lost his ability to hide—don’t hold back!” Donald said to Carlisle, launching another attack.
He hadn’t expected the enemy to abandon their two targets and go after others, which filled Donald with fear. If they really succeeded in their ambush, this trap would fail, and if one of them escaped, they would face endless troubles in the future.
What was even more unbearable for him was the loss of anyone around him. So Donald erupted in fury.
Faced with the fierce attacks from the target mage, even Bloody Hawk, a legendary warrior, found himself in a difficult situation. Moreover, his opponent also had a legendary Sword Saint—just one careless mistake could threaten his life.
This time, Donald was smarter. Along with continuous energy attacks, he also used spells that couldn’t be absorbed by the enemy’s artifact. For example, the third-level spells “Shatter the Ground” and “Dance of Steel”: the former created massive, chaotic resonances, crushing the ground in its area, slowing down creatures there and causing them soundwave damage. The latter enlarged two daggers to the size and shape of long swords, allowing them to attack the chosen target with force comparable to that of medium-sized animated objects—essentially like two fearless bronze swordsmen attacking from the sides.
There was also the fourth-level spell “Land Burst,” which caused intense vibrations and eruptions in a 30-foot radius. In such an environment, even legendary warriors could hardly maintain their balance, and falling would result in even greater damage.
Of course, a fourth-level spell couldn’t kill a legendary warrior—it would at most cause minor injuries.
Yet these spells, though not pure energy attacks, caused the enemy great inconvenience. They were caught off guard, unable to absorb two spells with their artifact, and one of them was even hit head-on by Carlisle’s legendary sword energy.

The sword energy attacks imbued with the power of laws were not easy to defend against. Bloody Hawk felt his body being severely damaged by the enemy’s sword energy; he could only temporarily suppress it with his own sword energy, leaving him no energy to drive it out.
“Damn it, you’ve really angered me! Activate it! Glorious Purgatory!”
A blinding white light, like the flash of a nuclear explosion, appeared as the pitiful Bloody Hawk opened the silver book in his hands. In an instant, a powerful restraining force spread across a vast area, as if trying to suck in all living things within that range into that bright black hole!