With the explosion of the Fla-shaped Sword, the sealed hull was pierced by a transverse scar, connecting the inside and outside, allowing Palr to restore a certain amount of Ether, and the raging storm roared once again.
The roaring and rolling airflow filled the battle zone, scattered iron debris was flung up like a tal sandstorm, the current mixed with damp moisture, and the high concentration of Ether materialized as dazzling arcs, bursting through the raindrops.
Palr leaped into the next layer, directly reaching the core of the storm, all the airflow spiraled and rotated around him, but soon this airflow was disturbed and pulled by a stronger Ether.
Up ahead, Palr could see those fighting figures, they were like demons erging from Hell, their silhouettes moving at high speed, and every brief pause would bring intense clanging sounds, as if a giant was hamring an anvil, scattering sparks like stars.
A wave of impacts ca head-on, with the Ether stirring lethal ripples, Palr lowered his stance to avoid being knocked down by the impact.
The impacts carried warm iron debris that hit his body with pops and left shallow scratches, Palr’s face turned pale, and he sowhat regretted diving into the battleground, knowing that this mortal body couldn’t hold out for long in such a mad slaughter.
Luckily, Palr found Ewen and Cinderella, the two poor souls were hiding behind a collapsed corridor, the furious Ether fluctuations struck the surroundings like tides, and they curled up together like soldiers trying to avoid shelling in a trench.
Palr was about to advance when an ominous ripple spread out from the front, a wave constructed entirely of Ether, which should have been invisible to the naked eye, but as the concentration of Ether exceeded its peak, the ripple also beca materialized, shimring with radiant light, its edges carrying jumping arcs.
The ripples spread extrely quickly, almost as soon as Palr observed it, it appeared before his eyes. The ripple slapped against Palr’s body, breaking into denser and more brilliant water droplets like raindrops, the formless Ether seeping into Palr’s wounds, corroding his nerves and the Rectangular Soul Critical.
Secret Energy · Injury of Bliss.
In an instant, Palr’s mind went blank, and then the sensation of pain engulfed his consciousness like a tsunami, he saw the images of many people dying horribly, amidst countless severed limbs and chunks of flesh, he saw Vasilina’s face, she had lost all her limbs, her entire abdon was completely gouged open, her eyeballs gone, leaving only bloody eye sockets crawling with plump white maggots.
"Palr... Palr..."
Vasilina opened her mouth, softly calling out to him, and next a cold snake erged from her throat.
Palr’s eyes widened, sweat trickling into his pupils, bringing a stinging and sour sensation, he didn’t close his eyes, but instead stared straight at the ground, his heartbeat accelerating, breath becoming rapid.
The clamorous battle had quieted a bit at this mont, Bai Ou’s Injury of Bliss affected everyone within the Secret Energy range, Palr struggled to suppress the hallucinations and pain, looking up he saw Ewen and Cinderella.
Cinderella hugged her knees, curling up into a small ball, burying her head into her knees, her body slightly trembling like a penguin in a closed position, while Ewen leaned against the wall, his broad shoulders shielding most of Cinderella’s body, the flying iron debris mostly hit Ewen.
At this mont, Ewen also fell under the influence of the Injury of Bliss, he was already exhausted, and the ntal tornt further exacerbated the collapse of his consciousness, but unlike Palr’s strong physiological reactions, Ewen appeared very calm, his eyes sowhat blank and staring into the distance.
The ripples dissipated, the impact of the Injury of Bliss ended, Palr shouted at Ewen, "Hey! Wake up!"
Ewen’s reaction was a bit sluggish, he heard Palr’s voice, but couldn’t make much movent, while Cinderella, who was curled up beside, raised her head, recovering quickly with clear eyes.
"Protect him!"
Palr rushed towards the battlefield, tossing the handgun to Cinderella as he passed by, regardless of whether she could use it or not.
Palr didn’t want Ewen to die here, even if he were to die, at least finish the new book, but he also realized that more important than any new book was figuring out how to kill Bai Ou, that bastard.
The image of Vasilina’s tragic death flashed before his eyes, and a surge of anger rose in Palr’s heart, he rarely ever got this angry.
The frenzied battle continued, the Canary consistently suppressing Bai Ou, it was not the first ti the Canary had fought Bai Ou, she knew her old opponent’s abilities well, so to suppress his immortality, the Canary had to constantly maintain Secret Energy, leaving her with no attention for anything else.
Such as Hert’s attacks.
The sharp sound of blades kept ringing, from their entry into the next level, Hert had been trying to rescue Bai Ou, while Bologue blocked his way like a shield wall.
For Bologue, it was extrely strenuous to withstand the Negative Power User Hert with the tier of a Prayer Believer, even if he destroyed Hert’s weapon, Hert could still forge Ether Blades with Light Forged, tearing out lethal sword lights.
As Bologue was about to be overwheld by Hert’s onslaught, the sealed Iron Coffin also began to tremble, a crack ford on the tal’s surface, and from the deep darkness, a dim and dull eye observed the outside world.
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