Hogwarts Summoning Guide

"In chaos and disorder, all demons obey!"

Bai Lin uttered a low, deep shout, and the pitch-black fel energy flames at his fingertips suddenly surged, causing the void around him to collapse and distort. A pitch-black magical vortex, tens of feet in diameter, suddenly formed in front of him. The Fel Energy Demon Summoning was activated instantly, and the pages of the Sun God Summoning Compendium in his palm flipped rapidly, scattering endless pitch-black fel energy halos and opening an independent abyss summoning channel.

One after another, towering, ferocious high-ranking abyssal demons emerged from the rift. Their bodies were covered in jet-black flame armor, their claws gleamed coldly, their bat wings spread wide, and their demonic flames burned fiercely, exuding a chaotic aura of destruction and slaughter. Hundreds of high-ranking demons formed ranks, their roars deafening and their battle intent overwhelming. Without Bai Lin needing to give any further command, they charged headlong into the Cthulhu monster tide.

Two abyssal monsters of different systems and origins collided with a deafening roar, and a brutal battle instantly engulfed the entire void. The demonic flames of their fel energy burned the flesh of the abyssal aberrations, while sharp claws tore apart the shadowy bodies of the Nightmares; the corrosive venom of the Cthulhu monsters melted away the demonic flames, and whispered mental attacks interfered with the demons' minds. Demonic flames filled the sky, black mist surged, roars shook the heavens, and limbs flew everywhere. In just a few breaths, the vast void transformed into an extremely brutal inferno of slaughter, with monsters clashing and annihilating one another, instantly spreading the battlefield pressure significantly.

Before the battle between the monster armies could be decided, Grakua had already lost patience. His hundred-meter-tall true form was activated at full speed. The three thickest mountain tentacles, carrying an immense force capable of destroying everything, came crashing down from the front, left, and right sides with the force of thunder. This completely locked down all of Bai Lin's evasive positions. The huge, mountain-like shadow instantly enveloped Bai Lin's entire body, and a suffocating sense of oppression swept over him.

The crisis loomed, but Bai Lin remained calm and swiftly moved. He lightly stepped into the void, his figure suddenly becoming ethereal and transparent, completely stripped of its material form. He unleashed the ultimate Phantom Shift technique, moving without trajectory, warning, or delay, instantly escaping his original position. Only a clear afterimage remained, which was crushed into countless fragments of light by the crashing tentacles the next second. Meanwhile, Bai Lin's true form had already traversed hundreds of meters of void in an instant, appearing steadily in the airspace diagonally above Grakua's head. His movement was unpredictable, swift, and exquisitely precise, perfectly avoiding this deadly encirclement attack.

boom!!!

Three gigantic tentacles slammed into the void barrier, instantly detonating a terrifying force that shattered countless spatial fragments. The void within a kilometer radius violently trembled and collapsed layer by layer, with violent aftershocks sweeping in all directions, instantly turning countless chaotic abyssal monsters into dust. The power was extremely frightening.

Taking advantage of the airborne momentum and looking down from above, Bai Lin firmly grasped the jade-hilted Dragon Ancient Sword at his waist with his right hand. The warm jade hilt felt slightly cool to the touch. The ancient sword, sealed for thousands of years, instantly sensed its master's fighting spirit and killing intent. The sword vibrated violently with a hum, and the clear and sharp aura of the Eastern swordsmanship soared into the sky, piercing through the black mist and suppressing the violent atmosphere of the entire battlefield.

Bai Lin's eyes narrowed into a chilling light. The spiritual power, the power of the Sun God, and the chaotic evil energy within his body were completely integrated and connected. All three top-level powers were poured into the sword. The ancient and orthodox Eastern sword technique moved at will, and the sword intent was refined, domineering and pure.

"Dragon's Roar Slashes Through the Sky!"

A low shout reverberated through the void as the ancient sword, Jade-Handled Dragon, was suddenly drawn from its sheath. Its clear, sharp clang echoed across the battlefield for miles. A brilliant, condensed silver-white sword aura rapidly surged and expanded from the blade, layering upon layer, thick and heavy, imbued with the purifying power of holy light and the destructive edge of evil energy, instantly transforming into a gigantic sword aura thirty meters long. The sword aura coiled like a dragon, traversing the void, its momentum vast and powerful, shattering all illusions. It carried the ultimate essence of ancient Eastern swordsmanship—vast and decisive—and with the force of a thunderbolt, cleaved straight towards the giant octopus head of Grakua.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the dark mist that had been spreading along the way was completely dissolved, and the void was torn apart with straight, narrow cracks. Countless abyssal mutated monsters that did not have time to dodge were instantly crushed into dust by the sword energy, leaving not even a trace. The killing power was domineering and unparalleled.

Below, Grakua's thousands of orange-yellow compound eyes simultaneously contracted sharply, a look of extreme terror flashing in their depths. He could clearly sense the terrifying power of this sword aura, possessing the triple power of breaking through evil with order, penetrating defense with chaos, and slaying with the sword's essence—far surpassing ordinary attacks from gods and demons. In this critical moment, he exhausted his primal power, dozens of thick tentacles frantically intertwining and layering, condensing into a pitch-black barrier several meters thick, its surface covered with thick, corrosive venom and the corrupting power of ancient gods, attempting to withstand this unparalleled sword aura head-on.

But the thirty-meter-long sword aura shattered all obstacles and crushed all darkness and illusion. With a crisp tearing sound, the thick tentacle barrier was instantly torn apart and severed like paper, countless broken tentacle limbs flew and fell, and jet-black divine blood gushed out like a waterfall. The giant sword aura was unstoppable, forcefully cleaving into Grakua's giant torso, exploding a deep, bone-revealing, half-body grotesque wound, and scalding, filthy ancient god blood splashed wildly into the void, carrying a strong stench of decay.

Extreme pain instantly swept over Grakua's entire body, igniting the ferocity of the ancient god's minions. His massive body trembled violently, his thousands of orange-yellow compound eyes turning bloodshot, and extreme violence and killing intent swept over his mind. A new wave of stronger and more violent mental storms doubled in size, with layers upon layers of mental illusions, whispers of the soul, and mental erosion spreading out in all directions. Combined with the corrosive power of the abyss monsters, they densely and comprehensively sealed off all of Bai Lin's escape routes, determined to shake his mind and crush his body.

At the same time, Grakua mobilized its original regenerative power, and the broken tentacles regenerated and grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The new tentacles were thicker, more ferocious, and more potent intoxicants than before. Dozens of brand-new giant tentacles once again swept across the sky with the force of thunder, attacking relentlessly and fiercely.

Faced with the enemy's fierce counterattack, Bai Lin remained calm and composed. His dual magic seamlessly connected and pulled to the extreme, and his offensive and defensive transitions were extremely smooth, bringing the dual advantages of order and chaos to their peak.

The magic of order erupted at full power, golden holy light illuminating thousands of miles. In the void, white light converged, runes flickered, and a pure white, intricately and solemnly carved Heavenly Sword materialized. The giant sword, over twenty zhang long, hovered in the void, its blade flowing with a holy radiance that purified all things and judged evil. This complemented and amplified the sword's sharpness, which was wielded by the jade-hilted dragon in the user's hand, causing the sword's power to surge once more. Immediately following, the light of heaven crashed down, boundless golden holy light enveloping the entire battlefield, like the rising sun, purifying all the filth of the abyss, dispelling all spiritual darkness, and suppressing all chaotic evil.