Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory

Chapter 1135: Judgment Takes Wing

Ethan let out a cold snort and lifted his hand, fingers curling as if he were grabbing the heavens themselves.

Elysion’s world-force answered instantly.

An invisible pressure slammed down from above, pouring toward that sealed-off civilization like a real tide—endless, crushing, unavoidable.

Warship shields shattered one layer after another. Hull plating tore open. Inside, energy cores buckled under the squeeze of world power and started going unstable in a chain. The elites who tried to break out—barely making it off their ships—were caught the moment they entered open space, their bodies pinned and crushed by spatial pressure.

Screams quickly filled the sky.

They could only watch as their defenses were ground to dust, as the world’s power tore their bodies apart. Blood mist, metal fragments, and ruptured energy light mixed together, swept away by violent spatial ripples and flung across the battlefield.

Then—Thalzorak suddenly roared.

A burst of savage power exploded out of him, stronger than anything he’d shown so far.

Dark void water-element surged from his body in a violent spray, and the golden spear trembled in his hands. The void rifts that had been frozen shut started to shake hard, and the spatial turbulence inside them was ripped out by force—coiling around him like out-of-control black water dragons.

The sudden spike made Namyanna’s eyes tighten.

She retreated on instinct, stumbling back several steps, trident braced across her front as tidal energy snapped into a barrier.

She’d barely cleared the space when the first ring of impact detonated around Thalzorak, shredding the spot she’d just occupied into a deep-black tear.

Thalzorak didn’t care about the consequences anymore.

He shoved every last drop of power outward. Cracks crawled across his skin, and void water-element kept blasting from those fissures like his body was splitting apart from the inside.

He was making it obvious.

If he was going to die, he was taking Namyanna—and the surrounding battlefield—down into spatial turbulence with him.

If that detonation fully went off, the fallout would be catastrophic.

A razor-bright chill flashed through Namyanna’s gaze.

She shouted, gripped the trident with both hands, and spun the shaft twice in her palms—fast enough that the air hissed.

Ocean power surged up from beneath her feet.

Then extreme frost erupted from the trident’s head.

The cold didn’t spread out.

It surged upstream—riding Thalzorak’s own void water-element in reverse, stabbing straight into the swelling center of the blast.

Crack!

The first stream of void water froze solid.

Then the second. The third. Every expanding surge—locked down by ice.

Deep-blue frost swallowed Thalzorak completely, freezing his limbs, his chest, his throat—sealing even the power still trying to erupt from inside him.

His roar choked off mid-sound.

He hung there in the air, frozen in the exact posture of detonation, encased in a thick shell of dark-blue ice.

Inside the ice, you could still see void water-element thrashing like trapped ink—

But it couldn’t break out.

Several civilization leaders in the distance exhaled at the same time, tension leaking out of their shoulders.

They all understood what Thalzorak had almost done. If that last-ditch counterattack had completed, the sky nearby would’ve been ripped open with massive void tears. Even if they weren’t the target, they would’ve been dragged in.

Ethan only flicked a cold glance in that direction.

He steadied his breathing, and the killing intent in his eyes sharpened instead of fading. Then he raised his hand again, aimed it at the fleet still trapped inside the world-force... and clenched hard.

The energy between heaven and earth crashed down in an instant.

What was left of that civilization’s fleet couldn’t hold anymore. Shields popped. Hulls split. Energy cores detonated one after another.

Countless warships were crushed into scrap in midair—then twisted apart again by space itself, ground into fragments until they became a burning rain of wreckage, falling toward the shattered land below.

Namyanna chose that moment to close the distance.

She strode forward on the frozen streams of void water, trident raised high overhead.

Tidal radiance and extreme frost braided along the blades, compressing into a deep-blue edge. Thalzorak was sealed in ice—so thoroughly that even his soul’s fluctuations were crushed down inside his body by that bitter cold. There was nowhere to run.

Namyanna didn’t hesitate.

She brought the trident down with everything she had.

Bang!

The ice shattered—along with Thalzorak.

His golden spear slipped from his hand and spun away into the distance. His flesh was smashed into gore, and the void water-element that had been sealed inside him collapsed and dispersed with it.

But the truly lethal part was the ice.

When Namyanna froze his body, she froze his soul too. The instant her trident struck, the spirit trapped inside that frozen shell broke apart as well—no separation, no struggle, not even a chance to escape.

Thalzorak was erased. Body and soul.

On the other side of the battlefield, Desert Queen Kaelira’s fight with Drazareth was reaching its end.

The energy fluctuations between them weren’t as explosive as before.

Not because they’d eased up—

But because Drazareth was being ground down, bit by bit.

His Netherflame had faded from a roaring blood-red blaze into something dim and sickly. The energy lines on his Powered Combat Armor flickered in broken segments. Even the snow-white gemstone on his forehead had lost its steady shine.

Kaelira still held the blood-red scepter.

Her aura had spent plenty too, but the staff kept releasing that purplish-red power in a constant flow.

Once it seeped into Drazareth’s body, it acted like a tightening net, cutting off his energy circulation. Every time Drazareth tried to surge again, new裂痕 ripped open across his chest and shoulders, torn out by that invasive force.

His mental defense finally shattered.

He stopped pretending to be above it all. Panic leaked into his voice, ugly and raw.

"Kaelira—we’ve known each other, haven’t we? Are you really going to wipe me out completely?"

He stared at her, eyes full of disbelief and fear.

He couldn’t wrap his head around it—couldn’t accept that Kaelira had this much power buried inside her, and couldn’t accept that she’d really go this far for Ethan, forcing him back without giving up a single step.

The purplish-red force kept tightening.

If it continued, his body would eventually be twisted into minced meat.

Kaelira flicked her hand.

The golden gemstone at the scepter’s tip lit up, and purplish-red power burst from her palm, her wrist, and the staff in a single, violent surge.

It didn’t scatter.

High in the air, it spiraled and condensed—first forming a pair of long, elegant wings, then a sharp beak, tail feathers that looked like they were burning, and a set of eyes lit by purplish-red flame.

A colossal phoenix phantom slowly took shape between heaven and earth.

Drazareth looked up at it, and his breathing fell apart completely.

Purplish-red energy rolled off the phoenix’s body, heat spilling outward from the edges of its wings. Every feather made of pure power carried a keen edge—sharp enough to scorch straight through space.

It hovered directly above Drazareth’s head. His Netherflame was pressed back on instinct, retreating from the pressure, and even the energy lines on his Powered Combat Armor began to flicker in stuttering bursts.