Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 933: Or I’ll Kill You. Right Now

Ethan had never encountered power like this before.

Instinct kicked in—he immediately unleashed his own energy, pouring it through his meridians, and pushed the Powered Combat Armor to its absolute limit, trying to expel the invading force by brute will.

But no matter what he did—

It didn't work.

The power burrowing into him wasn't just invading—it was homing in, like it had found its rightful vessel, drilling deeper with wild abandon.

Right as he was on the verge of losing total control—

A surge of deathly white power blasted outward from within him.

The air dropped to freezing in an instant.

And from the space beside him, a slim, dangerously sharp figure slowly emerged—floating, hair drifting weightlessly in the icy wind.

Lily.

She hovered calmly in midair, eyes fixed on him.

Then—

The out-of-control infernal energy that had been tearing through Ethan went still.

And with an invisible yank, it all got ripped out of him in one brutal pull—sucked away and dragged toward Lily like iron shavings to a magnet.

Ethan's body went slack with sudden relief.

That unbearable pain—the feeling of being shredded from within—vanished in a blink.

"Well now…"

Lily's voice was a soft murmur, tinged with unmistakable excitement.

"To find Infernal Essence this concentrated… in a backwater place like this…"

She raised a hand casually and gave the faintest flick of her finger.

In the distance, Kaelrox—still struggling to get up—was wrenched into the air by unseen force, flying straight toward her and freezing midair, suspended like a rag doll in front of her.

He couldn't even lift a finger to resist.

"Not bad," Lily said, eyes scanning over him with a predator's ease. Her lips curled in a cool smile.

"Now tell me—where did you get this power?"

Her tone was quiet.

Calm. Almost polite.

But underneath it was the crackling edge of cold, certain threat.

"Because if you don't—"

"I'll tear you into pieces right now."

Kaelrox's body convulsed in fear.

He didn't understand.

How could he?

This woman had appeared out of nowhere and directly absorbed Infernal Essence. Not just survived it—devoured it. Effortlessly.

That wasn't something anyone—anywhere—could do.

The essence she just swallowed…

Was supposed to be the supreme power of this world.

"You… What are you?!"

Kaelrox's voice broke, squeaking high with panic.

"How can you withstand that kind of force?! Who are you?!"

But Lily didn't answer.

She just looked at him—silent.

Colder than the air, colder than death.

And somehow, that silence—quiet and complete—was far more terrifying than if she'd screamed. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

She slowly raised her hand.

Ice-pale power shimmered on her fingertips, flowing like ghostfire. The space around her dimmed. The warmth in the air vanished entirely.

Kaelrox stopped breathing for a second.

Because he could finally feel it.

It wasn't a threat.

It was death.

Raw and absolute, standing right in front of him.

"I'll only ask once."

Lily's voice was soft—but it hit like a whisper inside his soul. A voice that bypassed the ears and landed right on the center of his being.

"This Infernal Essence—where did you find it?"

Her gaze stayed locked on him.

Emotionless.

Dead calm.

"Talk."

"Or die. Right now."

Kaelrox broke completely.

The last of his composure shattered as he instinctively raised a trembling hand, pointing toward the churning sea in the distance.

"B-Beneath the ocean!" he gasped, voice ragged, nearly incoherent.

"It was… Kardamon! He brought it up from below!"

"He used to be nothing—just a small, insignificant sea beast at the bottom!"

Kaelrox sucked in desperate breaths, words tumbling out in a frantic torrent, like he believed even a second's delay would get him executed on the spot.

"But one day… he suddenly gained this power—this thing we couldn't understand…"

"He started devouring the deep-sea beasts. Dozens. Hundreds of them—one after another!"

"Even the old Supreme Ones… the real masters of this world… they couldn't escape…!"

He didn't even finish before—

Lily's eyes lit up.

For the first time, a true spark of excitement flashed in their depths.

She took a single step forward—and clamped her hand down on Kaelrox's shoulder.

"So that's how it is."

Bone-pale energy burst from her palm, lashing out like an avalanche of icy tendrils and drilling straight into Kaelrox's body in an instant.

There wasn't even time to scream.

Because it wasn't a simple drain, or attack.

It was extraction—total, surgical, merciless.

His strength, his flesh, his bones—every shred of potential buried within him—was ripped out all at once.

His body began to shrivel.

Collapse.

Before long, he was nothing but a dried-out husk.

A breeze sent it crumbling—fine ash scattered into the air.

And Lily?

The aura exploding from her was even stronger than before—ruthless, sovereign, and now unmistakably personal.

Her form shimmered, more solid, more real than ever.

The very next moment—

That bone-white power flooded out like a winter storm, a tidal wave of annihilation.

Sky, sea, and land—everything was swallowed.

The remainder of Kaelrox's army—still fighting on the battlefield—didn't even have time to react.

They weren't pushed back.

They didn't fall.

They were simply—

erased.

Wiped from existence.

The world fell silent for one long, frozen second.

Ethan didn't move.

He remained exactly where he was, muscles tight, throat dry.

He had watched it all happen with his own eyes.

And only now did it fully hit him—

Lily's power wasn't just devastating.

It wasn't even a weapon anymore.

It had already surpassed the battlefield.

She turned slowly and looked at him.

Her gaze was glacial.

"The trash here's been cleaned up," she said flatly.

"Now take me to the heart of The Nether Sea."

"I want the Infernal Essence."

She paused.

Her voice never rose.

But it hit harder than any threat so far.

"Or I'll kill you. Right now."

And with that, her body flickered.

The bone-white glow rapidly folded inward.

Then—

Gone.

She sank back into Ethan like a ripple into dark water.

As if she'd never been there at all.

But the crushing pressure she left behind lingered, heavy and suffocating.

Everyone on the battlefield was frozen.

No one moved.

No one could.

None of them had ever imagined—

Ethan was carrying a presence like that inside him.

And not just that—

She commanded him.

And he let her.

Just as the shock started to settle, Ethan finally turned.

Slow.

Smooth.

He lifted his hand, gazing out across the still-churning sea.

His voice was low.

But steady.

Terrifyingly steady.

"We came here for conquest. That was always the goal."

He paused.

Then added, almost calmly—

"And if something even stronger is waiting at the bottom of this sea…"

"Then we're going to kill it."