Chapter 115: The End of All Curses

It seemed like a chaotic barrage of attacks unleashed all at once—disordered and without pattern. Yet, upon closer inspection, within this extreme chaos, one could discern a trace of a far deadlier and more destructive energy.

Seeing this, Gu Zhongyan furrowed his brow, a serious expression settling on his face.

Clearly, Morgan le Fay had employed an extremely powerful spell to swiftly resolve the battle.

This magic tore at the very fabric of the dimensional fragment, drawing in a continuous stream of dark energy from the Shadow Dimension.

Once the corruption of darkness reached a certain threshold, the fragment would burst like an expanding balloon, ultimately devoured by the Shadow Dimension.

It might even attract the attention of Dormammu himself. After all, this was the Shadow Dimension—no matter the region, even those not fully controlled by Dormammu, this fact remained unchanged.

Within the Shadow Dimension, even the combined forces of the Ancient One, Odin, and Mephisto would be insufficient to subdue Dormammu. Should he be drawn here, none of them would escape.

“You’re mad. Doing this will destroy the dimensional fragment. Once the dark energy floods in, you will be consumed by it as well,” Gu Zhongyan said gravely.

Morgan le Fay clearly understood the consequences of her actions, yet she sneered without concern.

“Heh, you needn’t worry. I sense the presence of Kamar-Taj in your magic. If the dark force arrives, you should be the first to fear,” she replied.

With that, the dark energy coursing around Morgan le Fay surged like a tidal wave, sweeping along a myriad of vividly colored venomous serpents toward Gu Zhongyan.

The terrifying black tide possessed a corrosive power stronger than sulfuric acid. The moment it engulfed the serpents, it corroded their flesh entirely, leaving only dense piles of snake bones scattered across the battlefield.

At the instant of their death, the serpents’ hatred erupted into hellish wails, exploding directly in Gu Zhongyan’s mind.

Though his mental fortitude was immense, nothing is absolute. Under the weight of such overwhelming agony, his mind wavered for a fleeting moment.

“Strike when the enemy is weak”—this is an eternal truth on any battlefield.

As a battle-hardened witch who had even secured a foothold in the Shadow Dimension, Morgan le Fay naturally understood this principle.

The Dark Book flipped rapidly, its rustling sound accompanying an endless gathering of darkness forming into a shadow, which howled as it charged at Gu Zhongyan.

Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!

The shadow darted swiftly across the battlefield, disregarding the dense defenses Gu Zhongyan had laid down, and in an instant, it appeared before him.

When Gu Zhongyan snapped out of his momentary daze, he saw a grotesque shadow open its blood-red maw and clamp onto him.

Countless sharp, fine teeth pierced effortlessly into his flesh, yet he felt no pain.

Soon, Gu Zhongyan realized what was happening—the fine teeth penetrating his skin were like rampant weeds, carrying a relentless corrosive darkness that seeped into his mental sea.

Within the pristine, flawless sea of his mind, black roots appeared glaringly intrusive.

The thick darkness engulfed Gu Zhongyan entirely. Within it, cries echoed, laughter rang out, alongside incomprehensible shouts and scoldings.

In that instant, his vision and sensory perception were completely stripped away. From all directions, he was submerged in darkness.

Such a terrifying spell. As a master of the mystical arts, Gu Zhongyan immediately saw through its power.

This magic bore no direct lethality; rather, it rooted itself in the enemy’s psyche, exploiting their mental vulnerabilities to consume their spiritual strength.

If one could not resist this power, all their strength would be devoured by the shadow, transforming into a formidable dark monster, obedient to its summoner.

Dark energy inherently carried potent corrosiveness. Once channeled through the Dark Book, it became nearly unstoppable—capable of overwhelming any foe below the level of a celestial father.

Unfortunately, Morgan le Fay should not have used this spell against him.

Most superheroes or supervillains in the Marvel Universe share one common weakness: their minds.

Unlike the Eastern tradition, which emphasizes mastery over the heart and mind, many powerful figures in the Marvel Universe exhibit flaws in their psyche, often succumbing to darkness, seeming formidable yet lacking wisdom.

Hence, this spell is nearly unstoppable against most Marvel Universe strongmen.

But Gu Zhongyan was different. As a rare psychic sorcerer, his magic was rooted in the spiritual realm. His brain-sealing technique was his specialty, unmatched by any other.

Though the dark corruption was powerful, it had not yet penetrated deeply into his soul. His mental barriers were firmly woven within his spiritual sea.

The churning roots failed to consume his power; instead, they revealed a weakness in Morgan le Fay’s attack.

It was time to counterattack.

A smirk curled at the corner of his lips. Amid Morgan le Fay’s astonished gaze, Gu Zhongyan slashed down with his wand.

“All spells come to an end!”

His dragon-bone wand, as solid as a short sword, was driven forcefully into the earth.

From him radiated pure white ripples, rapidly spreading in all directions.

The dissipating power, like the sun melting ice and snow, shattered all the magical elements amassed within the space. The surging darkness was swept away in an instant.

Morgan le Fay never expected that Gu Zhongyan, hit by the whispers of Xisorn, could so effortlessly break free.

Caught off guard, the complex magic was directly shattered by the dispel spell.

As mentioned before, the greatest trait of dark magic is that it harms both others and oneself. The stronger the spell, the harsher its backlash.

This level of dark magic already possessed formidable backlash, let alone being broken so decisively.

The dissipating dark energy instantly invaded Morgan le Fay’s body, ravaging every part of her.

In the blink of an eye, she aged decades—the skin withered and roughened, hair turned dry and yellowed like weeds, and the fierce magical energy on her body receded like a retreating tide, dissipating rapidly.

Terror flashed in her eyes as she hastily flipped through the Dark Book, attempting to suppress the backlash.

But the pursuit of victory was not hers alone.

Before her withered fingers could touch the Dark Book, a dazzling white light streaked from the tip of the dragon-bone wand.

“Disarm!”

The brilliant beam struck her hand steadily, an irresistible force severing her connection to the Dark Book.

At her prime, she could have subdued such magic with ease. But now, she could only watch helplessly as the Dark Book fell to the ground and, under the influence of the flying curse, soared toward Gu Zhongyan.

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