Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny

Chapter 676: Chapter 676 Absorbing Light, Tempering Darkness! (2nd Update)

Fan Mengxue’s long hair danced without wind, like a Demon God who had traversed from ancient times.

But within her eyes was a purity of darkness that was extreme.

There was neither joy nor anger, without a ripple.

She just floated quietly mid-air.

Perfect like a piece of artwork.

Everyone from the Dark Council was stupefied.

...However, just then, a long spear condensed from Holy Light flew across the sky, thrusting straight toward Fan Mengxue’s chest.

Metatron’s face was filled with insane murderous intent, “Stop pretending here with me, go die!”

From the moment Fan Mengxue opened her eyes, Metatron felt an intense sense of danger.

Until she was floating mid-air, feeling that increasingly intense dark power.

Finally, a hint of panic rose in Metatron’s heart.

It was this sliver of panic that drove Metatron into a rage fueled by shame.

Himself a Deity, to fear a worldly master of darkness.

Because of this, Metatron brashly made his move.

The Holy Light spear approached with extreme speed, arriving almost instantly near Fan Mengxue, but as it was about to pierce her chest, it suddenly stopped.

Then it burst open with a bang.

Metatron was shocked, “Impossible.”

As soon as he said this, Fan Mengxue lifted her gaze to look at him, her pure black eyes still devoid of any emotion, then raised her right index finger, pointing at Metatron.

Boom.

A ray of darkness, denser than the night, swept across instantly, and before Metatron could react, it had pierced through his chest.

Metatron grunted, his Holy Light flickered on and off, he was wounded.

But as a High-Grade Divine Spirit, such an injury was not enough to take him down.

He snorted angrily, with a single flap of his Holy Light Wings, his figure vanished on the spot, and when he reappeared, he was already behind Fan Mengxue.

The enormous wings closed in, enveloping Fan Mengxue completely within.

Metatron sneered, “I admit I underestimated you, but this ends now! Die, Holy Light Punishment!”

As he commanded, the wrapped Holy Light Wings suddenly trembled, as if bombs were exploding within, and streaks of Holy Light flickered through the gaps.

“Mengxue!” Karsath and the others screamed.

Xue An remained calm, with not a ripple of disturbance.

But just as Metatron thought Fan Mengxue was doomed, the originally bright and dazzling Holy Light Wings gradually dimmed and then began to be covered with a black mist.

Metatron cried in alarm, “What’s happening?”

As his words fell, the Holy Light Wings that had wrapped around exploded violently, and Fan Mengxue was standing unscathed mid-air, still looking at Metatron with calm, utterly black eyes.

“Aaaah! How dare you damage my wings, I’ll tear you to pieces!” Metatron roared in pain, still wanting to make a move.

At that moment, Fan Mengxue’s hair suddenly rose, turning into three thousand strands, surging forward in an instant, tightly binding Metatron.

Metatron struggled, but the strands were like countless needles, piercing directly into his body.

And before he could speak, the strands began frantically absorbing the Holy Light from his body.

The strands turned into countless conduits, within which Light shone, rushing wildly towards Fan Mengxue.

“How is this possible… Mengxue is absorbing so much Holy Light, isn’t she afraid that it will conflict with her own dark power and cause an explosion?” Karsath exclaimed in shock.

Anastasia shook her head, her face serious, “You don’t understand, Mengxue now controls the most fundamental dark power, and darkness and light are fundamentally one and the same at their source. By absorbing the Light, she’s essentially refining the darkness.”

Upon hearing her explanation, Karsath nodded in a half-understanding manner.

Meanwhile.

Metatron in the sky finally felt the fear of death.

Because the Power of Light in his body was being frantically absorbed.

In a blink of an eye, he had already lost more than half of his Holy Light.

If this continued, in a short while, he would be drained to the point of desiccation.

By then, it wouldn’t matter if he was a High-Grade Divine Spirit, he would still perish.

“No… please! Let me go; I know I was wrong. I’ll return to the Divine Realm right now and never descend again!” Metatron began to beg for mercy.

The Dark Council and the Dark Night Elves heard his pleas in silence.

Just moments ago, the once pompous Holy Light Angel was now begging for mercy?

Fan Mengxue, however, seemed as if she had heard nothing, as her hair pierced even deeper in an instant, and the speed of absorption suddenly increased.

“No… you can’t do this to me; I am a Deity, ah! If you don’t release me now, I will self-destruct, and we will all die together!” Metatron said with a ferocious expression, threatening mutual destruction.

Yet his words still did not elicit the slightest emotional response from Fan Mengxue, as the speed of sucking the Holy Light did not slow down at all.

Metatron began to age visibly.

Ultimately, a ruthless color appeared in Metatron’s eyes.

If this continued, he would not even be able to self-destruct.

Thus, he roared angrily, “Die!”

As he said so, dangerous Holy Light began to flash on his body.

This was the prelude to a soul’s self-destruction.

But just at that moment, Xue An narrowed his eyes slightly; his enormous Divine Sense surged forth, directly dispersing the unsuspecting Metatron’s Divine Sense.

“How can you possess such a powerful Divine Sense?” Metatron was as shocked as if he had seen a ghost.

Xue An said indifferently, “That’s a question you can ponder after you’re dead.”

With those words, Metatron’s remaining Divine Sense was utterly extinguished.

And his body became completely nourishment for Fan Mengxue, with all the Holy Light absorbed.

A moment later.

Metatron’s body turned to dust, and Fan Mengxue’s hair retracted, becoming normal again.

Yet the dark aura on Fan Mengxue grew even stronger.

The strength of this dark oppression was so intense that tiny whirlwinds appeared around her, and her countenance became as awe-inspiring as a supreme deity, commanding respect and awe.

Xue An watched silently and did not flinch.

Fan Mengxue made no moves either.

After a short while.

A glint of light appeared in Fan Mengxue’s eyes.

Then her facial expression gradually shifted from confusion to clarity.

Finally, her eyes regained their brightness, and she stared blankly at Xue An.

“Xue An….”

Xue An smiled faintly and nodded, “Awake?”

Fan Mengxue was entirely unaware of all that had just transpired; she only knew that upon opening her eyes, she saw Xue An smiling at her from a distance.

This feeling let her know she hadn’t died.

And even if she had, seeing Xue An would be consolation enough.