The Silence Sword shot out from the bowstring.
The blade’s high-speed rotation left a distinct spiral mark in the air, the airflow sheared by the spinning edge created disturbances and resistance, forming vortices under the pressure and passage of the blade.
The shriek was high and clear, but was quickly drowned out by the wind.
The shattered stones fragnted the First Seat, yet under the Devil’s protection, he would always co back alive, until the Silence Sword pierced his heart, until the deadly poison from the Devil seeped into his soul.
Mammon bestowed upon Gray a potent poison to aid him in obliterating the Seeker of Glory. The blade indeed fulfilled its duty, but what it killed was not Xilin.
The First Seat’s complexion turned pale, his eye sockets darkened, and his blood beca tainted, capillaries transford into a dense black, spreading over his pale body.
"Xilin..."
The First Seat wanted to say sothing, but he couldn’t utter a word.
Xilin opened his clenched fist, and the First Seat’s body began to writhe vigorously. He could feel a force coming from all directions, pulling at his body. In the next mont, he was like a crab devoured by a school of fish, his deford limbs all torn apart, revealing exposed bones and spilled entrails.
The overwhelming force crushed flesh and blood, tearing open his chest, shattering his ribs, snapping tendons, mincing intestines, and even pulling out his head along with the entire spine, with strands of blood hanging from the jagged bones.
The dispersed force began to consolidate, pressing towards the core, as if a tiny point erged within the remains, this point emitted a terrifying gravity, twisting flesh and blood into a crimson sphere.
The sphere burst, the First Seat’s blood, flesh, bones, tendons all turned into a bloody rain, and fell into the depths of the Sea of Mist.
The scattered Sword of Confession was under Xilin’s command, it returned, hovering behind Xilin, surrounding him along with other blades, forming a Ring of Swords emitting a sharp aura.
"Thank you for your hospitality over the years, Mammon."
Xilin glanced at the desolate crossroads, then rose and rushed into the mist above, shortly after Xilin disappeared, the cliffs around the Great Rift began to collapse inward, continuous boulders smashed onto the desolate crossroads, bit by bit eradicating this grotesque lump entirely.
The Seeker of Glory’s power surged out of the Abyss, Bologue lifted his head, he saw that existence bearing the halo of sword light, those cold, Canyin eyes also t Bologue’s gaze.
Xilin softly called out a na, "Bologue Lazarus."
For the first ti, complex emotions revealed in the Canyin eyes, but before Xilin could make any further moves, a sound erged from afar, seemingly emanating from above the skies.
"You should leave now, Overlord."
Xilin raised his head following the sound, noticing that at so point the blight and Age-Stealing Mist had slowly dissipated, revealing a narrow azure corner of the sky.
Though standing high above, the figure walked as if on flat land, stepping on countless whirlwinds.
Xilin said nothing, only looked at Bologue heavily, turned around, and slashed a cross-shaped sword light. As the sword light extinguished, he vanished, leaving only a few severely injured individuals lying on the ground, sensing the silence after destruction.
A deathly silence shrouded the Abyss above.
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