Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 1028: Through the Last Barrier

Ethan’s gaze turned cold in an instant.

He couldn’t let it succeed.

The thought came without a shred of hesitation. If it managed to rebuild a physical body, then everything they’d just done—the desperate suppression, the encirclement, the all-out kill attempt—would be for nothing. And what came after... nobody wanted to imagine.

He adjusted his breathing at once, drawing his body back into its most stable state.

Then he lunged forward.

The patterns across the Powered Combat Armor flared again. White lightning erupted from within him—no longer just coiling around his body, but spreading out to blanket the entire sky. Arcs of light interwove, dense white cracks racing across the air at terrifying speed, forcing even the leftover energy fluctuations nearby to recoil under the pressure.

In that moment, everyone’s eyes were dragged to him.

Including the soul mass that was still rebuilding its body.

Ethan didn’t give it another second. He lifted a hand to guide the flow, the power inside him answering the white lightning overhead. Compressed thunder roared along the shortest path, the target brutally clear—straight at the core of that soul.

Lightning was a natural bane to Soulforce.

And the lightning in Ethan’s hands was tyrannical to the point of being unreasonable.

The instant it made contact, there was no stalemate, no cancellation—only complete pulverization.

White thunder crashed into the soul mass, punching through the unstable outer layers first, then ripping straight into the core.

A shriek—so sharp it warped—rang out from high above. The soul that was still trying to reshape flesh detonated on the spot, blasted into countless tiny shards of energy.

Those fragments didn’t even have time to scatter before the follow-up current caught up and swallowed them whole.

Completely crushed.

Only then did Ethan finally let out the breath he’d been holding in his chest.

Only at this point could the battle be considered truly over.

But before the fleet had even fully eased out of its taut, suffocating tension, Namyanna moved again.

Suspended high in the air, she raised the trident in her hand. Her gaze dropped to the sea not far away—and then she drove it down in a vicious strike.

Where the trident fell, there was no ordinary wall of waves.

Instead, the ocean surface sank slightly—then the entire stretch of water collapsed inward. A massive spatial vortex tore open nearby, its rim spinning without pause. Seawater around it was dragged into a heavy, thunderous roar, and even the air above warped along with it.

Humm!

The next instant, a deep, rumbling boom spread along the sea’s surface.

Ethan froze for a beat—then his eyes lit up.

This place was, nine times out of ten, the legendary region of spatial turbulence. As long as they passed through here, they could reach Elysion safely.

At a time like this, he had no room for hesitation.

"Fleet—advance!"

The order went out, and the entire formation adjusted course at speed, charging toward the enormous spatial vortex.

Warships plunged in one after another. The moment a hull brushed the vortex’s edge, the surrounding space visibly twisted—the outside world stretched, folded, and was swallowed in a blink.

After the full fleet entered, the spatial vortex sealed shut as well.

The Oblivion Sea’s surface, the sea wind, the surging black water—everything was cut off behind them.

And what appeared before their eyes was already a different scene.

There was no familiar sky overhead, and no sea or land in any normal sense.

As far as they could see, all around them was a strange, hollow void. Space itself seemed to flow slowly, blurring the boundary between near and far.

Being inside it felt like stepping into another world.

Ethan let out a breath first.

Once the air in his chest steadied again, his gaze locked onto the constantly warping void ahead.

Space there looked like cloth that had been kneaded over and over—layered cracks crossing and spreading in the distance. Every so often, a dark turbulent current swept through, dragging out jagged, irregular trails.

In a place like this, they couldn’t stop.

"Full speed ahead."

The instant the order fell, the fleet’s power cores surged in unison. Runes across the hulls lit up, driving the massive formation to force its way through unstable space.

A single moment of hesitation could drop the entire fleet into the turbulence and rip it into scraps.

The roaring thundered outward through the void in layered waves.

Not one isolated blast, but an unending vibration—like space itself was being ground down, squeezed, reshaped.

Time lost its meaning here.

The fleet kept pushing on. The scenery ahead kept changing—distant light stretched, then collapsed, and even their sense of direction blurred into uncertainty.

Inside the bridge, nobody spoke. Every pair of eyes stayed fixed on that unstable region ahead.

Until—

Shapes appeared at the far end of their vision.

Not one or two, but whole clusters of enormous silhouettes, slowly emerging from behind the folds of twisted space.

Ethan’s pupils tightened slightly.

Those things didn’t move to intercept the fleet, but they stood there like they’d been waiting. The space around each figure trembled faintly; fine cracks surfaced and vanished again and again, as if the turbulence itself originated from their bodies.

The next instant, he saw them clearly.

The power they held in their hands—

Was the spatial turbulence itself.

A violently unstable energy churned in their palms, like fissures compressed to the absolute limit, their edges tearing open and knitting shut in a constant cycle.

Pressure slammed down in an instant.

Ethan didn’t hesitate.

"Weapons systems—full open."

The command had barely landed when gunports along the fleet’s perimeter unfolded together. Light from the energy cores streamed toward every firing node, beams linking ship to ship into a single connected blaze. The next moment, all firepower released at once.

A savage flood of energy cut across the void.

One beam after another punched out from the fleet’s midline, carrying a shriek sharp enough to tear at the air, carving stable trajectories through distorted space as they streaked straight for those towering figures. Light detonated ahead in chain explosions, completely blanketing that entire region.

Shockwaves rolled outward—enough to make even the fleet’s outer defensive barrier tremble faintly.

But the enemy didn’t give ground.

Those beings didn’t even take a single step back.

Instead, their movements became clearer.

They raised their hands.

And hurled the spatial turbulence in their palms.

Whoosh—

The first fissure tore open.

Then the second. The third...

Countless streams of spatial turbulence extended through the air at high speed. Invisible energy was forcibly stretched and flattened, its edges honed into something sharp and violently unstable—like blade after blade ground to an extreme.

They didn’t strike in straight lines. They warped and reformed midair, then converged into a blade storm that covered the entire front and pressed down on the fleet.

The defensive barrier flared.

All shield nodes boosted output at once. Layer after layer of energy membranes stacked around the fleet, forming a complete sealed structure.

The next instant—

Impact.

The booms fused into one continuous roar, like countless sledgehammers slamming down at the same time.

The first shield layer shook violently. Energy patterns raced crazily across its surface, and at every contact point, fine sparks burst into scattered light.

Those spatial blades didn’t disperse. The moment they touched, they kept driving inward, their edges ripping at the shield’s outer skin.

The pressure stacked, one layer after another.

The second shield layer began to warp.

Hairline cracks appeared in the third.

The air on the bridge turned heavy in a heartbeat.

If this kept going, the defenses would be torn open sooner or later.