Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory

Chapter 1134: The World Takes Aim

Namyanna was caught off guard and stumbled back several steps. Her trident carved a long, wet streak through the air before she managed to steady herself.

Thalzorak’s void water-element power was far stranger than it looked.

With a casual lift of his hand, dozens of thin void rifts split open around them. There was no normal light inside those tears—only chaotic spatial turbulence, violent and restless.

He drew that turbulence out along with his void water-element, mixing it into the dark currents until the whole thing looked like a swarm of spinning blades, surging toward Namyanna.

Every stream carried space-splitting force across its surface.

It wasn’t a simple impact. As it closed in, it literally carved a path toward her.

The air was sliced into layered fault lines. Moisture was shredded into fine, ragged mist. Even the tidal glow coating the sea-god giant phantom was scored with several deep, dark marks.

With power like that, Thalzorak really did have the capital to wipe out civilizations.

But Namyanna didn’t show a flicker of fear.

She tightened her grip on the trident. Tidal light spread from under her feet in widening ripples. The trident’s tip lit up a watery blue—and then an extreme, razor-clean ice aura spilled out after it.

The cold didn’t fall like ordinary frost.

It crawled straight along the void rifts themselves.

Crack.

The first rift froze shut.

Then the second. The third. More and more—one after another, sealed in ice.

The spatial turbulence that had been pouring out got caught mid-release, locked in place like storms trapped inside clear crystal. With the turbulence cut off, the dark water currents immediately lost a huge chunk of their threat.

Namyanna lifted her eyes and leveled the trident forward.

She didn’t stay back and keep trading spells.

She kicked off the tidal light and rushed in.

Water spread beneath her feet into a rushing pathway. Ice surged outward from both sides, freezing the still-open void dimensions around Thalzorak before they could fully form.

Namyanna broke through the shattered water fog and swung the trident in a hard, horizontal sweep—aiming straight for Thalzorak’s chest.

Thalzorak’s expression tightened. He instantly drew void water-element power in front of him, condensing it into a barrier.

The moment the trident slammed into it, watery-blue tidal force and extreme ice erupted together. The barrier’s surface flash-froze into thick white rime—then the tidal power punched from within, and cracks spread in a blink.

Namyanna might be best known for long-range spellcasting, but her close-quarters fighting was just as brutal.

Especially with the trident in her hands. After several upgrades, it had reached a genuinely terrifying state.

Every swing of the shaft dragged surrounding ocean power into its wake. Every fall of the blade spilled cold that could freeze the void itself.

She stepped in and lifted the trident again.

This time, the tide and the ice at the tip compressed together, packing down into a deep-blue edge—sharp enough to make the air feel brittle.

Then Namyanna chopped down at Thalzorak.

Thalzorak sensed the pressure instantly.

That wasn’t ordinary ice, and it wasn’t just a wave of tidal power. As the trident fell, the moisture around the blade was first pulled into thin, taut strands—then flash-frozen into a bright ring of ice.

The ring drove forward with the trident’s edge. Wherever it passed, the water element in the air was forcibly stripped away, and white frost started creeping along the edges of nearby void rifts.

Thalzorak’s gaze sank, heavy and dark.

He didn’t try to barehand this strike.

Instead, he slapped a hand to the spatial device at his waist. A streak of golden light flashed across its surface—then, in the next heartbeat, he yanked out a spear.

The spear was pure gold, long and sleek, its tip brutally sharp. Thick waves of energy rolled from it without pause. The instant it appeared, the surrounding void water-element power drifted toward it on its own, forming a rotating ring of water around the shaft.

Its attribute wasn’t the same as Namyanna’s trident.

But the strength behind it... wasn’t inferior at all.

Namyanna’s trident was already coming down in his face.

Thalzorak gripped the golden spear with both hands and snapped it upward in a rising parry.

Clang!

The two weapons collided head-on.

A crisp metallic note rang out—then it was swallowed immediately by a roaring surge of energy.

Ocean power on the trident pressed down, and extreme frost crawled along the blades. The void water-element inside the golden spear blasted upward in response, laced with spatial turbulence—layer after layer of cutting force grinding into Namyanna’s pressure.

Clang-clang-clang!

They traded blows in rapid succession, the sound of weapon impacts detonating again and again across the sky. Every time the trident and spear met, a ring of terrifying backlash rippled outward. Space shuddered into dense fractures. Frost, water currents, golden light, and void turbulence twisted together, shredding that patch of sky into something broken and jagged.

Not far away, the major civilizations all saw it.

On countless bridges, leaders stood behind shields and watched the two battlefields, their faces tightening by the second. On one side—Desert Queen Kaelira and Drazareth, a king-tier slaughter. On the other—Namyanna and Thalzorak, locked in a brutal weapon clash.

Emerald Castle had sent out only two people... and already forced their two powerhouses into desperate fights.

It was completely outside everything they thought they knew about a "low-tier Plane World."

"Is that really this world’s native faction?" someone muttered, voice tense, eyes sliding instinctively toward Ethan floating even higher above.

No one answered.

Because Ethan had moved.

He stopped watching.

Power erupted from inside him, and he rose—floating to an even higher point on the horizon.

Elysion’s world-force gathered with him, like endless tides pulling inward from all directions.

That crushing might didn’t press down on Drazareth.

It didn’t press down on Thalzorak.

It wrapped directly around the fleet and the elites of the civilization behind them.

One warship after another threw up its shields.

But the moment those shields expanded, they let out a shrieking, twisted sound under the pressure of world power. The space around their hulls locked solid. Their energy cannons didn’t even have time to rotate before an invisible force from above hammered them down—pinning every muzzle in place.

Drazareth and Thalzorak both sensed it at the same time, and both of their faces changed.

But neither of them could break away.

Drazareth was being forced into a corner by Desert Queen Kaelira’s scepter. His blood-red Netherflame was constantly crushed by sand-colored energy and that purplish-red dimensional force, and his Powered Combat Armor was already showing multiple unstable flickers.

Thalzorak was tied down by Namyanna. His golden spear could still block the trident, but one void rift after another was freezing shut, and his room to maneuver was shrinking fast.

They could barely keep themselves alive.

They had no way to spare a thought for their own civilization anymore.