"Interesting... You actually roused that old relic‘s soul remnant." Radmus licked his lips while the blood corpse's energy raged through his veins. "But a soul remnant is still a soul remnant, does it truly dare come forth just to die again?"
The Ancestor offered no reply; he simply raised one titan-sized skeletal palm and brought it crashing down toward Radmus.
Even before the wind from the attack arrived, the ground beneath split into a bottomless chasm, and compressed air exploded outward in visible shockwaves that pulverized every shattered wall and broken pillar nearby into dust.
Radmus neither dodged nor retreated. Forming seals with both hands, he conjured a gigantic blood-red coffin before him, the very coffin that had earlier imprisoned the blood corpse.
The coffin lid flew open, disgorging an odor so foul it made souls shudder. A multitude of blood-colored tendrils shot out from within, coiling around Radmus and knitting themselves into a formidable crimson shield.
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