The Witch Hunter System

"And how dare you call it a small matter! You have no idea what you took from me! But don't worry; what you took from me, I will take back from you in equal value!" Hecate venomously swore.

Clang!

Shortly after Hecate spoke, Abaddon blocked a sudden moonlight slash from his blind spot. At the same time, Hecate's figure in front of him faded away.

Cling! Cling! Clang!

Abaddon fused the power of his Blood Law and Shadow Law and created a set of black blood armor to protect himself from Hecate's barrage of moonlight slashes from different directions.

Each strike targeted Abaddon's vitals and chipped away at his black blood armor, letting him know Hecate was completely serious.

As Hecate continued chipping away Abaddon's black blood armor with her moonlight slashes, Abaddon remained defensive, helpless to fight back—not because he couldn't, but because he failed to lock onto Hecate.

Hecate's presence had completely blended into the background, making her seem invisible. Each of her moonlight slashes appeared out of nowhere, repeatedly surprising Abbadon.

"Where are you looking? I'm right here," Hecate's cold voice resounded.

Abaddon immediately fixed his gaze on the source but found multiple dozen Hecates moving in perfect sync. Their movements mirrored each other, a mirage. Only one of them could be real, or none of them at all.

Hecate was the master of illusions. In front of her illusions, one's vision couldn't be trusted. In fact, all six senses were unreliable against her illusions.

Nevertheless, Abaddon couldn't remain defensive forever.

Blip! Blip!

Multiple spherical pools of blood manifested around Abaddon before they rained countless blood drops on Hecate's copies at high speeds like Gatling guns. They punched holes in them, turning Hecate's copies into sieves as the blood bullets tore them away.

None of them turned out to be the real Hecate.

After Abaddon destroyed all the copies, Hecate spawned even more copies of herself; ten became a hundred, and a hundred became a thousand.

In the next moment, thousands of moonlight slashes descended on Abaddon from every direction as each copy of Hecate launched one. Abaddon summoned more blood pools and drowned them in seas of blood bullets.

Each side appeared to be filled with limitless power as they used their abilities without restraint.

Abaddon guessed Hecate was hiding among her copies, and almost every moonlight slash from the copies was fake. However, he was sick of being treated like a turtle in its shell; he had to fight back.

As such, his spherical blood pools rained endless blood bullets on everything around him, tearing away Hecate's illusions.

However, Abaddon was startled when his blood bullets encountered resistance from not one but every one of the thousand moonlight slashes. Hidden within the illusion was a killing move that threatened to hack him into pieces!

"Dammit!" Abaddon cursed as his crimson eyes flashed with a bright gleam.

Slaughter Domain!

In an instant, the entire area was covered in a crimson field that rapidly expanded from Abaddon, who was at the epicenter. Everything caught within the crimson field became slow and sluggish as if time itself slowed down.

Inside Abaddon's Slaughter Domain, his killing intent was amplified a thousandfold and transformed into an invisible oppressive pressure that restricted the movements of living beings.

Abaddon was the grim reaper within his Slaughter Domain; all life would be helplessly forced to stretch out their necks for him to cut.

"How could this be?" Abaddon deeply frowned.

With the help of his Slaughter Domain, Abaddon was able to determine Hecate was not among her copies.

However, the attacks from all her copies were also real; they weren't illusions.

'Truly a master of illusions,' Abaddon hated to admit, but it was true.

Even if his power was equal to Hecate's, she was the second-

last person he would have liked to fight after Thanatos. Fighting Hecate would frustrate him to death.

What seemed real was actually fake. What seemed fake was naturally fake. But sometimes, the fake could also become real.

It was confusing and infuriating.

If people were trapped within Hecate's illusions for extended periods, they could lose their minds and go crazy.

"Stop! You win, Hecate!"

Abaddon furiously thundered after shattering all of Hecate's attacks within his Slaughter Domain. He decided to make a concession.

"Just tell me what you want! I can agree if I find it acceptable!" Abaddon said impatiently.

He still had a continent to conquer and didn't want to waste any more time on Hecate.

"If I want nine thousand drops of your divine blood essence, will you give it to me?" Hecate coldly asked as she emerged from her illusions.

However, Abaddon's eyes flashed with killing intent when he heard her exorbitant demand. Losing nine thousand drops of divine blood essence would seriously harm his divinity, weakening his divine power and shortening his longevity.

It became clear that Hecate wouldn't be reasonable.

Suddenly, Abaddon launched a sneak attack at the unassuming Hecate, cleaving her unguarded body in half with a single blood slash.

However, Hecate's divided body shortly faded into the air; it was just another illusion.

"Looks like peaceful negotiations are over," Hecate's cold snicker resounded in the background before saying, "All is well. I wasn't asking anyway. I will just take it from your body myself!"

Rumble…!

The world briefly shook before a heavenly beam of crimson moonlight descended from the sky, piercing the veil of endless dark clouds and dispersing them far away. It revealed the sea of stars and crimson moon in the heavens beyond.

Crimson moonlight filled the world through the hole in the sky.

However, it only lasted briefly before the red celestial body in the sea of stars turned white and bathed the world in its luminescent and gentle white moonlight.

At first, it didn't seem to do anything except expel darkness from the region. But as vampires in the city below experienced prolonged exposure to the white moonlight, petrification occurred.

The surface of their skin turned rough like hard stones and white like snow.

Before long, chunks of petrified flesh broke off from the main body and shattered into a pile of white salt on the ground. Eerily enough, the vampires did not feel any pain from such losses.

Even Abaddon wasn't an exception to the bizarre petrification power of the white moonlight as his black blood armor crumbled into white sand.

"White Death!" Abaddon was appalled before gritting his teeth with rage and howling, "Are you insane, Hecate?! How dare you use your [Transcendent Divine Power] on my city!"

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