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Annihilation, dissolution, collapse, devouring... all the destructive principles of the world merge into the light.
In the next instant, the blade's light was shrouded in chaos!
The black and white colors receded like the tide, replaced by a single, earth-shattering strike. Boundless flames ignited the entire sky, annihilating the pitch-black snowstorm between heaven and earth into nothingness. The chaotic blade, connecting heaven and earth, cleaved the deathly silence that enveloped the world, unleashing the most intense colors.
Slash towards the abyss!
boom--!
A violent buzzing sound exploded high in the sky, accompanied by endless black dust scattering outwards. The holy and magical power in the entire area was instantly wiped out, turning this demonic realm into a godless land!
"This is... the One-Sword Style."
Every ore grain on the blade still trembled. Darkfrey stared intently at the surging power of annihilation high in the sky, his heart filled with profound shock.
Immediately afterwards, my vision began to spin.
With her strength drained, Shana's body went limp, and she collapsed into the deep pit once more with a thud.
Darkfried, his black holy sword plunged into the ground, only then regaining his senses, his tone gradually becoming agitated:
"It's a success! My lord, that demon king completely absorbed all of your attacks!"
"Incredible! The blessing within you has reached a miraculous thirty-seven layers! This is divine favor! This is an extremely powerful attack!!!"
"We destroyed it! — A feat even the Mino Warrior couldn't achieve!!!"
Inside the deep pit, Shana lay sprawled out, listening to Darkfrey's excitedly animated words, a slight smile playing on her lips.
At this moment, she really wanted to put her right hand over her blindfold and make some cool and cheesy declarations, but she didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.
The complete depletion of her holy power and magical power has left her physically weaker than even the most frail human in the world.
She could only let out a weak groan:
"Hmph, of course."
“I am the darkest hero born from the omen of world destruction. Even the shadow of the Demon King can only crumble under my dark will. This time... I have won.”
Lying in the deep pit, Shana opened her eyes contentedly and looked up at the sky where the dust and smoke had dispersed with the wind.
The layers of dark clouds above the Demon Realm shattered into ethereal water droplets, as if they had cleansed the mirror-like azure sky.
The entire sky became a smooth curtain, so pure that the dazzling sunlight painted the blue sky with a layer of shimmering gold.
The only flaw was a stubborn black spot that remained in the center of the curtain.
Black...dot?
Shana's smile gradually froze.
Her vision was somewhat blurry, and without the power boost, she couldn't see clearly. The black dot looked like shattered clouds, a lingering crow, or a solar eclipse that obscured everything, but it was more like... something even more terrifying.
In an instant, the icy feeling froze my blood.
A nameless fear stirred a sliver of power deep within his pupils, gathering in his crimson eyes, reflecting the despairing scene that lay beyond the dissipating smoke and dust—
The jet-black robe of flames, shrouded in deep shadows, unfurled...
A withered hand, saturated with an evil aura, stood calmly in front of him, a thin cut revealing a sliver of scarlet flesh, but it quickly healed as new flesh grew back.
The abyss's shadow, obscuring the sky, once again enveloped the heavens, casually smoothing out the insignificant firmament, leaving only a darkness more despairing than despair itself, descending from the sky.
From the depths of the black flames, indifferent black eyes cast their gaze, and distorted sounds, twisted, amplified, and diffused through the black flames and shadows, resounded throughout the entire world:
"You just said...who won?"
Her lips turned pale, her body trembled weakly, and Shana's bright red eyes lost their light in an instant: "This... is impossible."
She unleashed a perfect, all-consuming strike.
The immense, undiminished holy and magical power within his body was compressed into a single instant, merging into the most terrifying force and unleashing itself.
The attack, enhanced by the divine blessing of the "One-Sword Style," undoubtedly struck that extremely evil being.
but.
As the smoke cleared, the Abyss Archmage appeared in the arena... completely unharmed.
"What...what kind of monster is this..." Inside the deep pit, the blade of Darkfried, stuck in the ground, trembled violently.
"After taking the strongest blow from my lord, all that's left is a wound that can heal easily...?"
It wasn't even a wound anymore; it was an attack that left no scar, like a tickle!
"Was that really the strongest demon lord in a thousand years? A hundred times, a thousand times stronger than the legends... no! A hundred times, a thousand times stronger than any demon lord I've ever defeated!!!"
Darkfrey's voice was filled with terror and despair, and the minerals in his body were loosening like never before, showing signs of collapsing into sand!
Faced with the despair that enveloped the entire world, even the meaning of its existence as a sacred artifact seemed to be stripped away.
There was no chance of winning, no chance of survival, no... hope!
Only Darkfri knew that when he unleashed that full-force strike, his master, whose power was far more immense and terrifying than the outside world knew, who possessed the strange power of the fusion of holy and demonic forces, and who was the only hero to fuse all thirty-seven layers of protection, was at that moment far stronger than countless supreme heroes throughout history!
But in the shadow of that entire world, it's nothing but a joke.
That overwhelming power was terrifying enough, but what was even more terrifying was the skill in using that power to its fullest extent—that was reaching the pinnacle of the field!
That's the limit of rules, even surpassing the "One-Sword Style" of the Divine Prayer!
Darkfrey subconsciously looked up at the dark shadow robe high in the sky. The overwhelming sword energy could cross the boundary between heaven and earth, but the distance between them and that shadow was an entire world.
That is... the true god.
With his soul blank, Darkfried, the Holy Blade of Fire, began to tremble. The flames deep within his soul were as if being poured down by a stream of icy water. His hard outer shell began to shake, and his weak soul gradually stiffened.
Deep within the blade, the last flicker of flame was about to be extinguished by the chill of despair...
A warm current slowly flowed in.
That warmth was all too familiar, shallow, weak, and futile, yet it was filled with an unprecedented tenacity and perseverance.
“My...my lord…”
Darkfrey came to his senses and found that the trembling hand had gripped him again, and with a gentle lift, pulled him out of the ground.
Despite having no strength left in her body, the oppressive force of the collapsing dark sky made every joint still weak. Yet, inside the deep pit, Shana still stood up shakily and gripped the holy sword tightly.
Her breathing was weak, and Shana's voice was soft, but the vibrations between her bones clearly penetrated the blade:
"It's just a single failed strike, Darkfrey... don't let your beliefs be lost as well."
Faith... Darkfrey's blade trembled slightly, and the icy feeling finally receded from his body.
It is a sacred weapon that lacks its own opinions and is cowardly and timid, which is why it always chooses brave warriors with strong self-awareness as its contractors. However, it is undeniable that its excellence is no less than any legendary sacred weapon, and its instinctive beliefs are deeply rooted within its blade.
The Holy Blade of Fire seeks precisely to burn with ultimate brilliance!
"One more cut, Darkfrey."
Gazing at the pitch-black sky where there was no longer a glimmer of hope for victory, Shana's eyes blazed with fury: "Since darkness stands in our way, then the only path left is to wield our swords!"
The foolish and clumsy words fell onto the blade, stirring up a raging torrent of hope.
Brave.
It was never because there was "hope" that I swung that knife.
It was to break the "impossible" that he made that cut!
"what."
The black iron-colored blade of the Darkfrey emitted steam, with a fiery deep red hue running through it.
Shana stood in the arena, opened her eyes, and suddenly heard a cracking sound inside her body.
During the blessing ceremony, cracks spread in the black and white crystals that had solidified within the body, and then they exploded with a deafening roar—
Like a riverbank collapsing, surging holy power and demonic energy burst forth from the flesh and blood once more, accompanied by an unyielding fighting spirit, churning like never before!
"—Backup hidden power source, activate!!!"
Chapter 354 Dual-wielding
"Oh? Can you still stand up?"
High in the sky, a hint of surprise flashed in Lak's dark eyes.
It was precisely because he had investigated the effects of Shana's "One-Sword Style" blessing that he chose this approach, easily neutralizing that all-out attack with a defensive spell he had applied with all his might.
In this way, Shana, who has lost her power, is given the greatest despair.
But Lark didn't expect his opponent to recover so quickly and regain his strength.
"That's fine... but I haven't had enough fun yet."
The black flames within his body suddenly surged, violently unleashing a destructive aura. Lak changed his mind, and the magical aura around him grew increasingly intense, creating a deafening echo.
He decided to abandon defense and use overwhelming offensive magic to completely shatter that one-sword style slash!
That's the end of our entertainment.
The light in the sky was gradually swallowed up, and a pair of lightless black eyes descended, their jet-black robes rippling with an evil aura:
"Let us use you and Mino to complete the sacrifice for the Abyss—"
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"Break Limits - Surge of Light!" "Sacred Relic Extension - Blade of Light!"
Mino and Altotai's voices rang out in low shouts.
The words, imbued with the power of light, merged into one in mid-air.
"—EX-Curry Stick!!!"
The terrifying sword energy of light once again burst forth in the arena.
Within the magic array's territory, the aura of light only intensified for a brief moment before the roar of the abyssal demon completely annihilated the light.
"Roar--!!!!!"