Life After Prison by Silencieux novel Chapter 2958

Driven by the fervor of his burning essence and blood, the Chaos Flag's fiery radiance flickered for a fleeting moment before waning. Seizing the opportune moment, Severin maneuvered the Oculus Blade's sword beam and sliced it through the flag's defenses, nearly severing the Ancestora's arm in a single stroke.

The once-proud Ancestora became marred by countless wounds, and his entire body was dripping with blood. He had nearly lost his life there. Anguish and dread coiled within him as he contemplated reigniting his essence and blood, yet the peril of jeopardizing his foundation deterred him from going ahead with the plan. The risk of his attainment suffering a decrease from true immortality was too big a risk to take.

Left with only one recourse, the Ancestora steeled himself and was prepared to unleash his final gambit. "Severin!" he screamed, livid with resentment. His eyes were ablaze with a fiery glance, and he looked at Severin with a glare as sharp as a honed blade. "You leave me no choice!"

He had initially been hesitant to summon the extraterrestrial demon because he knew how much it cost. The ritual would cause a bloodbath to descend across half of Bleurealm, and also required him to use his essence and blood to fuel the summoning successfully. It was a toll that not even he could endure.

At the same time, the demon that he summoned might eventually seize the Bleurealm's coordinates, making it difficult for him to become the Lord of the Realm.

However, Severin's relentless advance and the vitality ebbing from his very being left the Ancestora with no other choice. A frigid determination seized him as he raised his palm and summoned forth a river of golden blood, filling the void with the density of mercury.

Without much ado, the Ancestora muttered something and immediately performed a quick succession of hand seals. The power of heaven and earth was weaved with the power of laws, and before him a strange symbol condensed out of golden blood. As the symbol took form, his essence drained, and the demonic energies roiling behind him was absorbed into it.

The Ancestora broke out in a cold sweat as though he had a fever and was on the brink of collapse.