Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 1965 - 1954: Devouring Forbidden Spell

Thanks to Ning Fan, the Black Dragon, which had turned into a lump, was still in a safe zone at this moment.All the Elemental Dragon Flames still enveloped Ning Fan, after all, he was the target of the Forbidden Spell.

As for the Black Dragon, it was completely ensnared in its own cocoon.

"Should be dead by now."

Ning Fan smiled faintly.

Even though the Black Dragon came from the Divine Realm, it had now turned into a shapeless lump.

If it hadn't died like this, Ning Fan might have to reevaluate the creatures of the Dragon Clan.

At this moment, Ning Fan was considering how to get out, or rather how to break the seal of the Forbidden Spell.

"If I could shatter space, there might still be a chance."

Ning Fan's eyes grew deep; his power hadn't yet reached that level.

There was no choice but to think of another way.

His gaze fell on a translucent white dragon head, and Ning Fan stepped forward.

With each step Ning Fan took, layers of ripples emerged in the void, resembling waves spreading across water.

The invisible void seemed like a lake surface, providing him a foothold.

Only now did Ning Fan notice that he was still standing in mid-air.

Without Spiritual Energy, he should have plummeted vertically long ago.

"I don't know if it's because of the peculiar space or changes brought by the new body?"

Ning Fan couldn't find the answer yet, he just felt this space was like a swamp with immense retention force.

With each step forward, it felt like his body was passing through layers of membranes, with a stifling sensation suffocating him.

"It's not a space barrier."

Looking at the dragon head getting closer, Ning Fan suddenly realized that this retention sensation should come from the spatial lock of the Forbidden Spell itself.

Once again, Ning Fan felt the might of his new body; if it were his old self, he would still be circling in place.

"How should I break the Forbidden Spell?"

As he said this, Ning Fan boldly reached towards the dragon head.

This was a dragon head as crystal clear as an ice sculpture, bearing the same appearance as the Black Dragon.

But from Ning Fan's perspective, there was no difference between the two.

As for distinguishing within the Dragon Clan by appearance, that wasn't his concern.

In fact, through the color of the dragon head, one could roughly discern its attributes.

For instance, this one before him was clearly the Ancestral Ice Dragon.

Ice. Literally, it means freezing.

Ice is a mutated attribute of the Water Series; it seems particularly discordant to appear in this sea of flames.

After all, water can extinguish fire, and as a mutated attribute of the Water Series, ice naturally is incompatible with the Fire Series, but that's conventional knowledge.

The Dragon Flame from the Ancestral Ice Dragon possesses the ability to freeze souls.

The Divine Spirits, through their Divine Power, comprehend various rules, which aren't that simple.

Here, freezing doesn't refer to the physical level, so it doesn't create a phenomenon of ice and fire melding with the high temperature of the Dragon Flame.

As Ning Fan reached towards the dragon's mouth, he felt a piercing cold seeping into his body through his fingertips.

If it were his previous body, just this wisp of cold would turn Ning Fan into a huge ice sculpture.

But now this chill, aside from giving Ning Fan a slight coolness, didn't cause discomfort.

Of course. It wasn't without harm; a small bump appeared on Ning Fan's finger but soon disappeared.

At first, he thought it was goosebumps from the sudden cold. Later he realized it was likely a kind of "cold burn."

"It truly is a projection, just like a mirage."

Ning Fan reached for the dragon's head, only to catch nothing but air.

The dragon head remained undisturbed, with a glowing ball still brewing in its wide-open mouth.

"Clearly lacking a physical body, yet the attack is undeniably real."

A flicker of curiosity appeared in Ning Fan's eyes as he twisted his fingers in the light ball, seemingly to disrupt the attack's prelude.

It was futile, for when the white Dragon Flame was emitted from the Dragon Clan, it transformed into a tangible attack.

"I wonder if this method will work?"

Ning Fan pondered, recalling how the scene of Divine Blood borrowing the Ancestral Dragon God's Divine Power had given him some inspiration.

Although he didn't know how the Divine Blood did it, using the enemy's power for oneself,

Ning Fan indeed knew a similar method, through the Soul-Stealing Slaying God Technique.

The Soul-Stealing Slaying God Technique forcibly absorbs all things in nature, then refines them into Spiritual Energy for oneself.

Theoretically, the opponent's energy attack is also nourishment that the Soul-Stealing Slaying God Technique can absorb.

However, nobody dared to do it.

Absorbing an opponent's attack to make it one's own is no easy feat.

Every energy attack carries the mental imprint of the attacker.

To absorb the attacker's energy, one must first remove the mental imprint.

Otherwise, using the Soul-Stealing Slaying God Technique for plundering would open doors to the enemy, paradoxically aiding them.

For example, in a mage's Fireball Technique, if the mental imprint isn't removed and the Soul-Stealing Slaying God Technique is forcibly used to absorb the Fire Element and Magic Power,

The attack meant to occur externally would ultimately happen internally.

The battlefield changes instantly; a moment's oversight results in either your death or theirs.

In such a tense situation, removing the mental imprint is easier said than done.

Unless one possesses overwhelming strength, employing the Soul-Stealing Slaying God Technique for flamboyant "using the opponent's methods against them" is pure folly.

If it were the Ancestral Dragon God personally, Ning Fan wouldn't dare tread on the road to doom.

But with just a projection, even if a sliver of thought remained within it.

Ning Fan, in a State of Mind of Great Perfection, dared to experiment, at worst suffering the same torment as before.

Presently, the Soul-Stealing Slaying God Technique became Ning Fan's sole escape route.

Without destroying these nine dragon heads or waiting for the Forbidden Spell's energy to dissipate, Ning Fan was trapped.

As for letting the Forbidden Spell's energy dissipate automatically, Ning Fan might have attempted it with other Formation attacks.

But the power source of the Demon Dragon Refining Kill Formation came from the Ancestral Dragon God of the "past."

Though the new body was unique, Ning Fan hadn't deluded himself into thinking he could exhaust the Divine Power reserves of these Ancestral Divine Spirits, even if they were just projections.

Destroying these nine dragon heads became Ning Fan's only option.

His palm hovered over the Ice Dragon's head, as Ning Fan visualized the Soul-Stealing Slaying God Technique's operational path, imaging his spiritual power as Spiritual Energy flowing through his Meridians.

This was a measure born of necessity; Ning Fan's body was empty, devoid even of a trace of Inner Qi.

"I wonder if the loss of the Golden Core will affect the Soul-Stealing Slaying God Technique."

Soon enough, Ning Fan realized he was overthinking.

When visualizing the Soul-Stealing Slaying God Technique with spiritual power, Ning Fan sensed a current seemingly wriggling in his Meridians.

His first reaction was that it was spiritual power, but then he remembered spiritual power is a mental force, unlike the tangible existence of Spiritual Energy.

"True Qi?"

Realizing this, Ning Fan shook his head. True Qi is birthed in the Dantian and travels through the various Meridians.

But this current was not from the Dantian, instead infiltrating from the body's various organs, even the cells, into the Meridians.