Dark Magus Returns

Chapter 890 Get Out Of My Head!

Chapter 890 Get Out Of My Head!

Raze's Dark magic was being fickle with its uses, and it was his most powerful type of magic when it came to destruction. His body was reacting strangely to the Qi that was being used by Sha Mo, and finally, there was the annoying voice playing in his head that just wouldn't stop.

All of this was occurring while Raze was fighting Sha Mo at his strongest. The world was against him, but he couldn't stop here.

"I already told you, I'm not giving you my body, so shut up, and let me focus!" Raze shouted as he thrust his sword.

This time, the back of his weapon only had Qi being used rather than magic and Qi. He was performing the Void Pulse, but there was something else that was odd as well—Raze was using this technique quite far away.

'Void Pulse, Wind Tunnel!'

When Raze thrust his weapon forward, he shot out the Wind magic from the edge of his blade. The attack wouldn't be as strong as Void Pulse hitting a person, but the explosive power of the technique combined with his wind attack would create a single stream of wind blasting in the other's direction.

It hit Sha Mo, who raised both hands and was swirling around the force. It skidded him across the floor for a few moments, but that was all before the attack had completely disappeared.

'I told you this one was strong,' the bloody woman laughed. 'You should have just let me deal with him. I dealt with all your problems just like I did with Murkel.'

Sha Mo smiled as he stood there.

"Did you think just because I controlled the biggest clan in the Demonic Faction that I was weak? People follow power... that's why there are so many behind me."

Sha Mo kicked off from his position, and Raze readied his sword, but as Sha Mo came toward him, Raze felt something wrapping around his waist.

He couldn't see it, but having felt it before and carefully looking at Sha Mo's hand, he could see it was Qi.

In Sha Mo's hands right now, one had to envision two large snakes that were completely under his control, and now one of them had Raze tied up.

"Hey, if we don't do something, isn't Raze going to die?" Liam asked.

Simyon wanted to move, he wanted to go down there and stop it, but his hardened body wasn't activating—nothing seemed to be working.

Just then, for a brief moment, Sha Mo's attacks stopped. He was seen looking at Raze's pummeled body, and lifting his hand up, Sha Mo shoved it onto the ground.

From above Raze, it felt like an invisible weight had just crushed him, pinning him down to the floor. It was constantly pressing on his body, and all of his cells were vibrating as if on fire.

Raze let go of his Ghost blade. He was no longer holding it and could barely lift his head as he looked at Sha Mo.

"I thought the person who managed to take over the Dark Faction would've been stronger than this. It seems the only people I needed to worry about were the others in the Demonic Faction."

Sha Mo claimed, still holding one hand hovering, pouring Qi down on Raze and pinning him in place. Then, with his other hand, a blaze seemed to ignite on his entire fist. It was the first time Sha Mo's Qi had become visible.

"Let's end this!" Sha Mo said as he stepped forward, lifting Raze with one hand and wrapping his Qi around him, keeping him in place.

With Raze directly in front of him, Sha Mo threw his fist as hard as he could, and directly in the path of his fist, an individual appeared.

Sha Mo didn't slow down, though, as the fist continued forward, piercing right through the person's stomach. The remaining power hit Raze, causing him to fly and tumble to the ground.

'What was that... someone came in the way and stopped the punch... who was it... who was it...?' Raze quickly spun his body and looked up, clutching his stomach in pain.

There he could see it, a person with their head turned, their eyes filled with tears, and a large hole right through their stomach.

"Ra—Ra—" Blood filled the person's mouth, making it almost impossible for them to speak.

Sha Mo had already pulled his hand back, and as the person fell to the floor, they only had one more word to say.

"Brother..."