The sound of an egg cracking echoed within the Bronze Bell Shadow.
Underneath the helt, the flas suddenly surged in Michael's eyes.
Buzz—
The Cross Longsword blazed fiercely, completely shattering the Bronze Bell Shadow,
and the four wings behind Michael stirred up a gale, carrying her into mid-air, overlooking the battlefield.
In the eyes of other players and detectors, Michael, who was emanating endless light and heat, was as dazzling as a miniature sun, illuminating the dimly lit space like daylight.
"..."
After a brief consideration, Michael swung her sword towards the Desolated Lion.
In mid-air, the Sword of Flas expanded two hundred ters, and under the sacred flas, whether rock pillars or light cannons, were all lted away and assimilated.
Bang!!!
The lion's claw, ford by condensed Demon Fla, collided with the Sword of Flas,
compressing, folding, and twisting the air repeatedly, ultimately forming a vast shockwave visible to the naked eye that spread in all directions.
The Ant King, Paranoia, and others were directly blown away by the shockwave,
the Side Truth with severely depleted Spiritual Power and Hoenhem tily flashed to the back, watching from a distance,
the pirate ford by the fusion of Raging Fire and Amber still stood in place, with a Black Sail phantom floating behind him, releasing eerie power to resist the howling gale,
Su Ni Sheng's hands hung by his sides, and a hemispherical shield rose in front, blocking the shockwave and the heat that scorched the ground.
The flas of the Desolated Lion and Michael were diatrically opposite in nature.
The forr could devour energy, freezing the surroundings into ice,
while the latter burned everything indiscriminately.
Whether flesh, tal, stone, or other types of extraordinary power-ford energy shields, as long as they touched the Sword of Flas, they would ignite and lt.
Two forces clashed, and ultimately it was the Sword of Flas that prevailed,
the lion's claw ford by the condensed Demon Fla trembled violently in mid-air, and with a "boom", it burst apart,
the scattered Demon Fla was assimilated by the Sword of Flas.
"Hmm?"
Michael's voice sounded underneath the helt; the lion's claw was not shattered by her, but had exhausted its old strength and failed to gain new power, collapsing on its own without demonic power's replenishnt.
"..."
She shifted her gaze towards the Desolated Lion,
at this mont, the rot on the Demon Leader's body finally began to alleviate,
the tentacles embedded in it continued to expand and wriggle, seemingly transferring sothing into the Desolated Lion.
Muscles, mbranes, and blood vessels grew on the white bones,
covered by a layer of skin.
But unlike before, the newly grown skin was cyan-black, resembling the tentacles above, and its surface was also covered with spikes, thorn clusters, and scissor-like forked thorns.
It looked hideously grotesque, indescribable.
"Roar—"
The soul-piercing pain made the Desolated Lion roar furiously,
a force completely different from demonic power surged madly from his body.
Divine Power,
vast, hideous, and ferocious Divine Power emitted a visible, ominous cyan-black glow,
unfathomable screams echoed in the air, the piercing noise making Tai Hao's face even paler; he quickly clapped his hands, causing the Air Dragon to split into countless clouds to cover the ears of his companions.
rely hearing the sound caused his Sanity Value to drop by over four hundred points...
Tai Hao's face turned ashen, with inexplicable phantoms appearing in his vision as he looked at the Desolated Lion, his sight gradually distorting and blurring.
A Deity is not to be gazed upon.
Tai Hao was internally shocked, squinting his eyes into slits, no longer looking at the Desolated Lion, trying desperately to clear the hallucinations from his mind, shouting, "The God-Sealing Track is not yet complete! Break it now while you can!"
Whoosh—
A piercing sound suddenly sounded, and the uncontrollable figure, expressionless, flashed beside the last gray robed figure by the safety door in an instant, punching through the chest.
Bam.
The heart of the gray robed figure was crushed by the uncontrollable blood-stained hand, their hood pushed back, revealing their face.
The gray robed person's appearance was extrely hard to describe,
their skin cyan-gray, the skull round with no edges, the face slightly flattened, protruding red murky eyes, a sharp nose like a marlin's snout stretching forward, with sharp spikes along the sides.
The sides of their neck bore lighter-colored gills, trembling continuously,
revealing crimson gill filants with sharp needles.
The face covered with translucent mucus resembled a humanoid fish creature,
looking at this face, adjectives like ugly, evil, low intelligence, re instinct without moral sense ca to mind.
This was not out of racial or cultural bias or individual appearance, but a strong deja vu in the darkness, just as a Transcendent's initial impression of goblins and similar species.
The sole remaining gray robed figure, or rather the Amphibian Fishman,
whose heart was already crushed,
pale red blood flowing continuously from the gills and mouth,
yet its chanting did not cease,
the flattened fish lips continued to utter indistinct, cryptic, and sinister whispers.
Sizzle—
The expressionless uncontrollable figure applied a bit more force, tearing the Amphibian Fishman in half, throwing it to the ground, and casually shook off the mucus on its hands—the liquid seed corrosive, etching shallow pits in the soil, but unable to penetrate the uncontrollable skin.
The gray robed person's whispers finally ceased,
yet in the pitch black space beneath the safety door, a higher-pitched screech echoed.
"The track is in the final stage,"
in the Desolated Lion's right eye socket, no eyeball grew, but a cyan-black tentacle erged,
it enveloped itself in its Divine Power, gazing at the surrounding players, enduring the pain, grimacing, saying, "Flesh return, Divine Soul Fusion, Will Domination, Divine Power Transfer."
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