“Then let’s begin!” Dago’s soul form steeled himself and directly chanted the holy name of Origin Moon, Artemis.
A strange ripple stirred in the Spiritual Space, as if anchored by an invisible force, then dragged along.
The phantom of a silver moon suddenly appeared beyond the countless spiritual mists.
Just like when Erzog appeared in his Spiritual Space last time.
Through layers of mist, he looked at the hazy silver moon; the silver moon in the mist was a tangled mess of fragmented moonlight and fog.
As time passed, the silver moon in the mist grew larger and clearer.
Gradually, it filled the entire sky of Dago’s Spiritual Space, like an ant looking at a white wall.
As far as the eye could see, the entire Silver Sea flowed with a moon-like silver radiance, an inherently cold, silvery-white glow.
It was as if billions of tons of molten silver had been gathered into a mass, held aloft by an unseen power.
The Silver Sea never roared; its grandeur lay not in its turbulence, but in its ultimate tranquility and vastness.
It was like a silver mirror forgotten by time, reflecting the reincarnation of the spirit world and preserving all the secrets that had sunk into it.
In the ancient silence, it gently embraced everything with its own majesty.
Even more unsettling was the “breathing” of the Silver Sea; every so often, the entire Silver Sea would subtly undulate once.
It wasn't waves, but rather like giant silver lungs expanding and contracting.
At this moment, black veins could be seen flowing deep beneath the water.
That was the Seven Sins energy writhing beneath the Silver Sea, each pulsation causing the silver light on the surface of the sea to alternate between bright and dim.
Like countless silver candles simultaneously lighting and extinguishing underwater.
However, Dago’s Spiritual Space seemed unable to merge with the Silver Sea, remaining isolated like a buoy.
At this moment, the Silver Sea hung inverted above Dago’s Spiritual Space, and the sea water was not liquid, but a semi-solid silver paste.
It was unclear whether the Spiritual Space had fallen into the Silver Sea, or if the Silver Sea had climbed into the sky of the Spiritual Space.
Whenever the Silver Sea breathed, fine silver spray would rise at the boundary with the Spiritual Space.
Those silver particles arced through the air, shattered, and turned into glowing silver mist.
The silver mist continuously filled Dago’s Spiritual Space.
During the third breath, a black dot drifted from the Silver Sea.
It fell straight from the boundary towards the gray sun where Dago’s soul form resided.
It wasn’t until the black dot continuously magnified and gradually took on a human form that Dago could clearly see what it was.
It was a small, thin creature, only slightly taller than a human.
It had a grotesque face with sharp facial contours, prominent cheekbones, and deep-set eyes.
Its eyes were like burning fireballs, flickering with blood-red light.
They revealed endless madness, bloodlust, and a craving for slaughter.
Its nose was flat and wide, its nostrils flared, and its mouth was broad, filled with sharp fangs.
These fangs were uneven, some even protruding from the corners of its mouth, ready to tear apart an enemy's flesh at any moment.
Its skin was not simply red, but appeared as if it had been soaked in blood countless times.
It presented a dark, mottled blood-red, as if every inch of its skin spoke of a bloody past.
Beneath that blood-red skin, faint blue veins could be seen winding like twisted vines, with furious emotional energy flowing within them.
It wore no armor, only broken animal skins or bone fragments bound with iron chains.
It fought directly with gnashing teeth and tearing claws, its mouth always dripping with saliva and bits of flesh.
Dago knew at a glance that this was a Wrathful Ghoul, a pure manifestation of wrathful emotion.
If his soul form were killed by such a ghoul, if his spiritual core, the gray sun, were invaded.
Then Dago in the real world would also die, becoming a mere shell filled with wrathful emotion.
The Wrathful Ghoul landed on the surface of the gray sun, which was several hundred meters in diameter; the wrathful energy beneath its blood-red skin collided and dissolved with the gray sun’s energy, making sizzling sounds.
“Boom~” The gray sun erupted in a gray tide, similar to a solar prominence, which struck down the Wrathful Ghoul, engulfing and assimilating it.
Just as Dago thought he was safe, the dark red veins on the Silver Sea, which had become the sky, pulsed.
It was as if an eye had blinked.
Countless black dots rained down from the sky, directly smashing towards the gray sun in the black clouds, like a red downpour.
Dago’s deep, ink-colored pupils gazed at the overwhelming red downpour sweeping towards him.
The Mist Raven cooed excitedly, shaking its misty feathers.
“Strike first, lest you be struck a hundred times,” Dago’s consciousness muttered.
He had to fully commit himself to this battle.
The Mist Raven leaped from Dago’s shoulder and flew towards the outside of the gray sun.
As it flew, it continuously grew larger, gradually transforming into a creature with a three-meter wingspan, emanating mist all over its body.
It hid within the black clouds, its two blood-red eyes like the warning lights of a Grim Reaper awaiting to harvest lives.
Countless Wrathful Ghouls descended upon the gray sun, layer upon layer; their very existence was to “die on the path of charge.”
To proclaim the might of wrath with their blood.
They clawed with their sharp talons and bit with their pointed teeth, determined to breach the gray sun and devour the souls within.
Dago controlled the surface of the gray sun, unleashing a fierce storm of gray particles.
The gray sun spewed out a large amount of gray tide, forming massive energy bursts similar to solar flares.
The countless gushing gray energies transformed into raging “flames,” completely “igniting” the gray sun!
Many Wrathful Ghouls were reduced to ashes and fell into the gray sun; some were blown away, passed through the black clouds, and plunged into the Sea of Despair.
They were immediately dragged into the depths by the countless arms in the Sea of Despair.
However, igniting the gray sun like this was like a powerful ultimate move; after expending a large amount of spiritual power, Dago only felt pain!
Intense, soul-deep pain!
Even the skin on Dago’s soul form twitched violently, then he endured it with sheer willpower.
Countless Wrathful Ghouls swept in again, clinging to the surface of the gray sun, constantly gnawing and eroding it.
The Mist Raven, cooing, began to act; it completely atomized its body.
It transformed into a wisp of gray mist and merged into the black clouds, splitting into nine raven mist shadows identical to its main body.
The ten raven mist shadows began their hunt around the gray sun.
One of the ravens let out a loud “coo,” and countless mists enveloped the surface of the gray sun.
The ten Mist Ravens moved like ghosts in the dense fog.
Some directly pecked open the heads of the Wrathful Ghouls with their sharp beaks, while others tore at the bodies of the Wrathful Ghouls with their sharp claws.
The Wrathful Ghouls' damage to the Mist Ravens was extremely limited, as the atomized ravens were immune to physical attacks.
The ten Mist Ravens were like efficient hunting machines, swiftly clearing the Wrathful Ghouls from the surface of the gray sun.
However, for the gray sun, which was nearly three hundred meters in diameter, this was somewhat inadequate.
But this bought Dago valuable time; he was controlling the gray sun to massively devour the silver mist.
This was the crucial move for him to turn the tide.