Capítulo 1548: Chapter 281: Direct Confrontation
Such people are generally referred to as ‘madn,’ or Sublimators above the Third Energy Level.
But Adalbert is also at the Third Energy Level!
Ever since he abandoned the Dead Lord’s Power and switched to practicing the ditation Technique, his soul cultivation reached the level of Third Energy Level Heart Light Body, but this is rely the Third Energy Level of the previous era’s civilization, possessing spiritual realm without substantial strength.
However, the Multitude Heart granted him power.
To him, whether it’s the Sorrow Bell or the Demonic Army, as long as they intend to invade the South Ridge and Silverpeak Domain, they are the most evil and detestable entities in this world—they intend to destroy the most beautiful order of this world, and they are all his enemies.
Thus, two extrely firm wills collided in the Domain of Void.
Pure white light and blood-red light exploded from the point of collision.
At the edge of the Curse Land of the Illusory Realm, cracks appeared, faintly visible, spreading deeply, and were it not for the rapidity of this power, it could give rise to multiple Subspace Labyrinths.
In the domain, the demon army watched these cracks in awe. Each one was as wide as a house, capable of swallowing even Beast Demons, though they were sheltered by the Sorrow Bell and suffered no harm, yet having won countless battles without defeat, they felt ‘unease’ for the first ti.
Even though they had been harassed by the Silverpeak Domain before, the feeling was rely annoying, not a sense that they couldn’t defeat the opponent—like humans feel towards mosquitoes, though extrely vexing, just a hit will convince the demons of their impending victory.
But now, this confidence was shattered against the Giant of Light—they saw for the first ti that before the enemy’s formidable ones made a move, there was already a sufficiently powerful force blocking them.
Still, ultimately, Adalbert’s hard power was inferior to the Sorrow Bell.
As the light slightly wavered, the pure white light began to retreat, even the silver-blue computational hub at his chest dimd under overload, pushed back by the deep red light—the demon army didn’t need to retreat to the material world to withstand the terrifying cannon fire.
Yet this does not represent the failure of the Giant of Light.
Because his sole aim was to ‘provoke the Sorrow Bell to act, and protect the demon army’!
Ring!
Suddenly, a sword humd, and the mont the Sorrow Bell, already holding back so strength to guard against it, felt a great alarm; with one hand suppressing Adalbert, he drew his sword from his waist with his right hand, intending to block the sudden attack from nowhere.
But then, he felt the fierce wind around his ears suddenly intensify, like a banshee wailing, and his right hand was empty.
Boom!!!
A small but extrely sharp figure cut through the long sky, and the rippling Void Space-Ti ruptured with a roar, slicing from light into the Cursed Soil.
And a demon arm whirled in the air, then crashed down onto the Cursed Soil.
Crash.
Even losing an arm, the Sorrow Bell showed no sign of faltering, he unleashed his power, the frenzied, boiling Spirit Energy surged like a collapsing mountain towards the Giant of Light, forcibly pushing back the equally fervent Adalbert.
Then he raised his left hand, transforming it into a blade, to block the returning attack from Fairy Ian, a sword like a shooting star!
Clang!
Contrary to the extre light and dark opposition between Adalbert and the Sorrow Bell, Ian’s spiritual will did not shine brightly in the domain but appeared like a Star Sea in a night sky, a background of black speckled with brilliant stars, and his sword clashed with the hand blade of Sorrow Bell, not tearing open the domain, but creating a huge depression within.
This depression is not rely a force response, but resembles a deep well, behind the pressured, thinned Void Space-Ti, one can faintly see countless flying dust and shock waves from explosions, which belong to the material world of the Golden Plains being bombarded by the Nineteenth Legion’s continuous artillery.
The barrier between the domain and reality is rapidly thinning—Ian’s purpose was not to overwhelm the Sorrow Bell, but to guide the collision’s force to break the protection provided by the Cursed Soil to the demon army!
Yet Sorrow Bell quickly realized this, without hesitation, he retracted his force, allowing Ian’s sword to pierce the dark armor on him, then using the force that nearly destroyed his body, he broke through the domain, taking Ian with him back to the real world!
Boom! Both fell to the ground, surrounded by ceaseless cannon blasts, but none showed fear.
Ian, like a Prophet, walked slowly avoiding all cannonballs, especially since he now took on the fairy form, making it exceedingly difficult for the cannonballs to hit him.
And the Sorrow Bell neither flinched nor dodged, enduring the cannon fire and shock waves hitting his body, his black armored clothing incredibly solid.
At this mont, Ian perceived the true nature of Sorrow Bell’s armor: it was another form of ‘Dead River Armor’!
Dead River Armor is forged using a Great Demon, the Abyssal Blood Demon, as material, and the demon prototype for Sorrow Bell’s armor is also presumably a Great Demon. This armor is made from death within the Cursed Soil, continuously providing power to this demon general, enabling him to suppress Adalbert and also have energy to confront Ian.
Sorrow Bell’s brow furrowed tightly, the right arm previously sliced off by Ian’s sudden strike was regenerating rapidly, akin to the ‘resurrection’ of Viscount Awak in the Avak laboratory of old.
Except now the right arm no longer resembled its human form, black serpent scales and sharp spines surfaced on it, the writhing muscles beneath bulging and contracting, exhibiting extraordinary vitality.
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