From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 576

Straight ahead, a fire-covered hand exploded out of the ice storm. It stretched over 100 feet long and burned with blinding heat, like a god's fist breaking through the sky.

A wall of flames burst from its palm and swept across the battlefield, blasting hundreds of feet in every direction.

All those ice shards and ice spikes—shards that were nearly impossible to destroy, shards that regenerated over and over—instantly vaporized. The flames erased them. Nothing but steam remained.

Dragonfire could incinerate anything in its path.

"What… what the hell is that?!"

The spirit's eyes went wide with panic. The flames had swallowed the entire frozen land. Frostborne Epoch was getting torn apart in seconds.

Inside the blaze, a figure stepped forward through the air like he owned it. Fire swirled around him, licking at his limbs, but not a single flame touched him.

Leander looked like a god of fire. A glowing ball of flame burned in his hand. Then he clenched his fingers, and the wall of flames spiraled back into his palm and vanished.

He looked down, eyes glowing, lips curled into a smirk.

"Your Frostborne Epoch relies on Glacial Primordial Energy to keep it running. Sure, brute force won't break through it. It'll only suck you in deeper the harder you push!

"But too bad for you... Ice and fire are total opposites. Your frost might be strong, but in the face of true firepower? It's just weak trash!

"Your domain doesn't work on me at all!"

Leander's voice cut through, packed with raw dominance. As he spoke, his long fingers curled into a fist. Blue light flared across his knuckles, and the Nirvana Energy inside him surged to its peak.

"I'm sick of your gimmicks. If you've got nothing new to show me, then that's it for you. You're done!"

The second those words dropped, killing intent flashed in his eyes.

The spirit's pupils shrank. This was the first time he'd felt such a terrifying threat.

"Don't get cocky, kid. If my body hadn't been destroyed and my power wasn't stuck at half of what it used to be, killing you would've taken less than a second!"

He locked eyes with Leander, his gaze growing colder by the second.

"Even though I can only borrow someone else's body to fight you, you seriously think you've already won?"

A mocking laugh escaped him. His eyes suddenly gleamed with power.

"Don't forget... My strongest weapon isn't Primordial Energy. It's my spiritual strength!"

A wave of spiritual energy rippled out from him, barely visible to the naked eye. The frozen lake cracked in an instant, then melted into flowing water again.

That was the power of spiritual strength.

One thought, and winter turned to spring.

"I thought using this girl's Primordial Energy would be enough to take you down. But now I see it—your power's just as strong. Maybe even stronger.

"In that case, I'll keep it simple. I'll crush your spiritual strength head-on!"

A fiery red hand surged out from thin air, bursting with ancient, weathered energy. It slammed toward Leander with terrifying force. No Primordial Energy backed it, but it carried a deep, primal vibration.

That wave of spiritual strength pulsed through the hand like a storm and shot straight for Leander's spirit core.

The spirit core was everything to a practitioner of spiritual strength. Just like martial artists relied on their cores for martial power, it was their most critical weak point.

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