The surging white mist filled the surroundings, the two seed to be fighting on a surface of water where mist was rising, the Great Scythe gently swung, the First Seat resembled the ferryman of the Nether River, with the aura of death expanding and spreading.
It condensed into clouds and mists, continuously surging forward, like a mysterious river of life, within its softness, flexibility, and sleekness, it contained an icy aura of death.
Without any sound, the rocks it touched began to decay and deteriorate, turning into a pile of dust in an instant. The Shadow King was not seeing this white mist for the first ti, he knew that regardless of animals or plants, organic or inorganic, nothing could escape its destruction.
Flesh and blood would turn into a pile of bones, rocks and tals would be destroyed from the inside out. It seed as if the concept of death was materialized, with the First Seat continuously swinging the Great Scythe, more and more white mist surged forward like a monstrous tide, and anything in its path would perish.
The Shadow King took a deep breath, tightened his grip on the hilt, and raised the Fire Sword high. With the infusion of the Seeker of Glory’s power, a blazing fire ignited once more.
The color of the fla was neither red nor orange, but a kind of searing gold, with light spreading from the center of the blade, resembling the burning sun.
The First Seat murmured, "It’s been a while, Core Fla Sword."
Among the King’s Secret Swords, there are several Supre Secret Swords, created by the sages of the Kagader Royal Family over countless years.
They were made of so kind of bizarre tal, the tal possessed great extensibility, and the Alchemy Matrix attached to it could be adjusted with the shifting tis. In other words, these Supre Secret Swords are rare Alchemy Armants that will not be abandoned by ti.
But are they truly Alchemy Armants?
The First Seat rembered the secrets passed down within the Kagader Royal Family, these Supre Secret Swords were not the mysterious and changeable Contract Objects. As for that eerie tal carrying the Alchemy Matrix, so have suspected that it was acquired from the hands of Devils by the Kagader Royal Family.
Supre Alchemy Armants forged with Contract Object as the tal base.
With the burst of the Seeker of Glory’s power, this Supre Secret Sword which had been dormant for years shed its rust and was reborn anew.
The Core Fla Sword had a long and wide sword body, reflecting like a mirror, bright as steel, with a very graceful shape, like a giant geotric pattern. Upon closer inspection, it is not hard to find that these small details have been embedded into every corner of the blade, be it the beautiful engravings on the hilt or the exquisite silver patterns below the blade.
The sharp edge of the sword, highlighted by the firelight, was sharp and fierce. Once swung down, it could surely dance in a sky full of firelight. The hilt was inlaid with gold and eralds, possessing both the Fla Power and the Golden Splendor, as if it were a symbol of burning authority and status.
The expansion of the white mist was hindered by the fla, and the First Seat asked puzzledly, "Why not use Secret Energy?"
"Or is it...you can no longer use it?"
The First Seat laughed hoarsely, "Yes, even you have fallen to relying on Alchemy Armor to survive, not to ntion using Secret Energy, even sustaining the power of the Core Fla Sword must make you feel exhausted, right?"
"Why...are you not?" the Shadow King murmured, "Are you truly the First Seat, or just armor wrapped around the corpse of the First Seat?"
The First Seat’s laughter halted, as if touched on a sore spot, he summoned the onslaught of the white mists, the rolling thick fog rushed towards the Shadow King, seemingly soft yet containing boundless destructive power.
In an instant, the gases in the air beca chaotic, lava evaporated, tals began to corrode, objects turned into powder, with the rowed corpses involuntarily dissolving, allowing the white mist to engulf.
Like a tide, it continuously assaulted the Shadow King encased in fire, each wave increasing in intensity, as if the process had no end.
The process of erosion was like ocean waves battering the shore rocks during a storm, rcilessly transforming the target material into end-like ashes, where mundane materials would crumble and vanish under its power.
Under the protection of the white mist, everything reached its limit in an instant, their physical properties partially or completely changed, losing their original form, turning to dust under the Sovereign of the white mist.
In the brief confrontation, the fla gradually fell into a disadvantaged position, the Shadow King was not surprised by this outco, he had been defeated by the First Seat once before, and relying on such a body, he did not feel he had much of a chance.
But that was not a reason to give up.
The Shadow King glared at the First Seat, while the First Seat stood in place, watching the Shadow King’s slow death, as the aura of death on the Shadow King grew more intense under the soak of the white mist, like a dark giant serpent slowly devouring his body.
He chose not to retreat, instead holding the Fire Sword horizontally in front of him, ready to brace for the impact of the white mist.
The white mist itself was unwilling to be outdone, countless waves of power overlapped, surging like waves, becoming stronger and more unstoppable.
As the fla was first born, electric arcs sparked, power interwoven into a mass, forming layers of terrifying ripples between the Shadow King and the First Seat, amid intense vibrations, overflowing energy escaped to destroy surrounding areas, and the Fog Abyss Fortress once again began collapsing, with vast stretches of buildings falling into the Sea of Mist.
User Comments
0 comments from readers