Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Wizard

Chapter 211 The Demonic Realm of the Underworld Annihilates the Fierce Fire, Dali's Wrath!

"You think the Fiery Blaze can't burn you to death? Then I'll see if it can burn through your broken chains!"

"Dali said in a hateful voice, and as he spoke, he cast Fiendfire on the soul chain."

Crimson flames erupted from Dudley's fingertips, burning directly at the part of the soul chain that was pulling at Voldemort's split soul, and also including Voldemort's split soul in the burning range.

"You little foreigner, you deserve to die!"

In the distance, the ghost cultivator Mo Xuan let out a furious cry, and angrily unleashed his ultimate attack, shouting through gritted teeth, "Netherworld of Ghosts!"

In an instant, a cold wind swept in, and ghostly energy filled the air.

Unpleasant ghostly howls could be heard incessantly.

Out of the corner of his eye, Dali noticed that the raging fire that had been burning just moments before was now shrouded in black mist and ghostly shadows.

From time to time, ghostly figures were scorched by the fierce flames, their souls severely damaged, but they also broke free from the control of the tattered Ten Thousand Soul Banner and fell into the world of the dead behind the curtain.

The crimson flames, the hideous black ghosts, and the white, misty, and illusory curtain of death that appeared and disappeared rapidly all deeply shocked Dali.

But the anger of the ghost cultivator Mo Xuan was far more intense than the shock of Dali.

The axe-wielding demon king, bearing charred scars from the raging flames, strode out of the inferno.

The fierce flames that Dali had released earlier had been extinguished by Mo Xuan using the Muggle souls within the tattered Ten Thousand Soul Banner, regardless of the cost.

As a result, Mo Xuan lost nearly a thousand Muggle souls, and the body of the Axe-wielding Ghost King he condensed also shrank by nearly 10%.

Now look at the Soul Chain battlefield in front of Dudley.

Dudley's Fiendfire, which he had unleashed on Soul Chains and Voldemort's split soul, was also about to be extinguished.

The long chains of souls wrapped around Voldemort's split soul in layers, protecting it from the scorching flames.

Muggle souls with grotesque faces continued to emerge from the Soul Chains, fearlessly rushing towards Fiendfire.

If Dudley hadn't sensed the danger and continued to unleash new flames, the flames he had released earlier would probably have been extinguished long ago.

"Stop!" The angry roar of the ghost cultivator Mo Xuan came from the axe-wielding ghost king who was charging forward.

The roar, accompanied by a soul attack, reached Dali's ears, causing him to become disoriented once again.

But Dudley quickly returned to normal under the protection of the magic of love.

At this moment, his face was terribly gloomy.

He suddenly changed his mind about a strategic retreat.

His body suddenly shone with a rich red light of the Power-Boosting Charm and a silver-white light of the Guardian Charm. He transformed into a blur and instantly appeared next to Nagini's serpentine body.

He then spread his palms out in the shape of a palm blade and struck the point where Voldemort's split soul and Nagini's soul were intertwined.

The Voldemort split soul is now bound by Mo Xuan's soul chains, with only a tiny bit of Voldemort's soul remaining at the connection point, carrying some energy fluctuations from evil dark magic.

As Dudley struck down with his palm, the Guardian Charm energy attached to his hand instantly dispelled the tiny bit of dark magic fluctuations on Voldemort's split soul, completely severing Voldemort's split soul from Nagini's soul.

Without Voldemort's split soul and the pull of the soul chains, Nagini's weakened soul immediately returned to the charred snake's body.

Dudley then cast a binding spell to create ropes that tightly bound the serpent Nagini's body. He then drew a circle to open a spatial passage and threw the bound Nagini into an empty magical cage in his personal space.

"How dare you! You little foreigner, that snake is also a rare species; its soul is something you can never find again. Hand it over!"

Seeing that Dali had rescued the giant snake Nagini, the ghost cultivator Mo Xuan's anger intensified. While roaring, he controlled the merged ghost king to throw out the long-handled ghost axe.

The giant axe with its demonic head cleaved through the air with a mournful sound, hurtling towards Dali with overwhelming force.

"Good timing!"

Dali spoke in fluent Chinese once again, his body glowing red and imbued with immense strength, as he charged towards the axe.

In a flash, he grabbed the handle of the Ghost Axe and immobilized it with immense force. Then, he assumed a stance in mid-air and wielded the giant axe to fiercely cleave the soul chains below.

"receive!"

Suddenly, Mo Xuan let out a loud shout, and Dali felt his hands go empty, losing his balance. He tumbled several times in the air before regaining his footing.

It turned out that the Ghost King could remotely retrieve his weapon; with just a call, the long-handled ghost axe returned to his hand.

"Little foreigner, you've got a dream. Using my Soul-Shattering Axe to cut my Soul-Hooking Chain is simply going against the natural order!"

Ghost cultivator Mo Xuan let out a chilling laugh, then quickly retrieved the so-called soul-hooking chain, intending to pull the divided soul of the Earth Demon into the broken Myriad Soul Banner within the Ghost King's body for refining.

Dali dared not delay. He leaped forward and, with his hands imbued with power-enhancing and guardian spells, gripped the Soul-Hooking Chain tightly, stopping Mo Xuan from retrieving it.

"you wanna die!"

Enraged, Mo Xuan manipulated the Ghost King and swung his giant axe down at Dali.

"Om Ang~~~~"

The ethereal cry of a whale echoed through the sky.

Dudley's orca guardian spirit reappeared from the light of the guardian spell, swimming rapidly in the air. It deflected the giant axe swung by the Ghost King with a pectoral fin, and then smashed the Ghost King's true form several steps back with a rocket headbutt.

"I ask you, where did you collect the ordinary souls in your Ten Thousand Souls Banner from, and what kind of people did you collect?"

Dudley, gripping the chain that held Voldemort's split soul, asked the axe-wielding demon king, who had been driven back, in a stern voice in Chinese.

"Young foreigner, not bad, impressive! But why are you asking this? Do you think you're like those righteous cultivators in China, caring about the lives of these ants?"

"Strong individuals like you and me shouldn't be bound by hypocritical moral frameworks! These ants are fortunate enough to bolster my Myriad Soul Banner's ranks and enhance its power—a blessing they could never attain in several lifetimes!"

Ghost cultivator Mo Xuan replied in a sinister tone, conveying his deeply ingrained, evil values ​​to Dali.

"I'm asking you! What kind of people are those souls?!"

Dali ignored Mo Xuan's nonsensical theory and pressed on with an even colder tone.

"You think you're so great because I gave you a little face? You've already ruined eleven years of your life here today, and I'm going to fight you to the bitter end!"

If you're so eager to know the answer, then come and ask them inside my Ten Thousand Souls Banner!

Mo Xuan was enraged by Dali's attitude and lost interest in talking. He then manipulated the Ghost King to swing the giant axe again.

This time, the Ghost King used his battle technique, swinging a giant axe to create thirty-six afterimages, each with attack power, which the Orca Guardian could not stop at all.