76. Abyssal Wraiths’ Descent

The battlefield, once silent, now roared with eerie wails as the Abyssal Wraiths fully emerged from the fissures in space. Their hollow eyes gleamed with unfathomable malice, their ethereal bodies flickering between reality and illusion. The air around them twisted with an unnatural chill, as if existence itself rejected their presence.

Ling Tian stood tall, his azure-gold spear radiating boundless majesty. Xu Qing'er, her silver robes fluttering, summoned her frost domain, encasing the ground beneath them in layers of crystalline ice. Yet, the Abyssal Wraiths did not retreat. Instead, they smiled—an unsettling, inhuman gesture that sent shivers down even the most hardened warriors' spines.

"Heir of the Vanquished Throne…" one of them rasped, its voice layered with countless whispers. "You cannot escape the chains of fate."

Ling Tian's expression turned cold. "Fate?" His voice dripped with disdain. "If fate dares to bind me, I'll shatter it myself."

Without hesitation, he thrust his spear forward.

Boom!

The battlefield trembled as his golden-azure energy erupted, forming a massive arc of divine light. The Abyssal Wraith in its path shrieked as the attack ripped through its form, tearing its existence apart. However, just as quickly as it had faded, it reformed, its sinister smirk deepening.

Xu Qing'er frowned. "They're not bound by mortality. Conventional attacks won't work."

Ling Tian's eyes glowed. "Then I'll use something beyond the conventional."

With a flick of his wrist, his aura shifted—the once blinding radiance now flickered with something deeper, something ancient. A Sovereign's Authority.

The Vanquished Sovereign's Will.

The Abyssal Wraiths froze in place.

For the first time… they trembled.

Ling Tian took a step forward, his aura pressing down like the weight of heaven itself. "Begone."

With a simple motion, his spear descended. A golden sigil manifested in the air, radiating endless suppression.

"Sovereign's Edict: Obliteration."

Boom!

The sigil imploded, sending ripples of devastating energy through the battlefield. The Abyssal Wraiths screamed, their forms distorting as if they were being forcefully erased from existence. One by one, they disintegrated into nothingness, unable to withstand the sheer authority in Ling Tian's command.

Silence fell.

Xu Qing'er exhaled softly, her gaze fixed on Ling Tian. "…That power."

Ling Tian clenched his fist. His Sovereign's Will had emerged again—a fragment of his true past. But more importantly, the Wraiths had recognized him. They had called him Heir of the Vanquished Throne.

Just what did that mean?

His gaze darkened.

Whatever the answer was… it was tied to the truth of his existence.

And he would uncover it.