I Ascend to the Divine Throne through Arcane Means Chapter 1584 - 880: Ferocious Battle

The pitch-black longsword in Lis’s hand stabbed directly towards Clent.

Plain and unadorned, without the use of any sword skills.

But in Clent’s eyes, it gave him a feeling of an unavoidable attack, as if it had already completely locked onto him.

Even without the constraint of the seven-color rule chains, Clent had no confidence in escaping this sword strike.

Since there’s no avoiding it, brace for impact!

Even though Clent couldn’t tell what kind of power was in Lis’s hand, he had no other choice.

Facing the sharp sword strike from Lis, Clent felt a chill run straight up his spine, instantly spreading throughout his body.

He instinctively let out a low roar, a sound filled with unwillingness and terror, like the final roar of a trapped beast in a dire situation.

The blood-colored power swirling around his body, originally like a surging undercurrent, now seed to have received so frantic command, abandoning its erosion of the seven-color chains binding his body.

The power of the Blood Domain quickly gathered in front of Clent, shaped by an invisible hand into a Blood Crystal Shield.

The shield emitted a strange yet bewitching light, with surface textures crisscrossing like veins, faintly showing blood flowing within, as if a beating heart was sealed inside.

As soon as this shield took form, it emitted a nauseating bloodthirsty sll, as if ford from the gathered blood of countless creatures.

Clent stared wide-eyed at this shield, pinning his hopes on its ability to withstand Lis’s sword.

However, he soon realized it was all futile.

The pitch-black longsword in Lis’s hand, now resembling a Death God’s Blade from hell, exuded a cold and deadly aura.

The mont the dark sword touched the Blood Shield, ti seed to freeze.

The seemingly indestructible Blood Crystal Shield was as fragile as paper in front of the dark sword.

The sword sliced through it like a hot knife through butter, unhindered, piercing straight through the Blood Shield.

A neat gap appeared on the Blood Shield, followed by web-like cracks rapidly spreading.

Then with a crash, the entire shield collapsed, turning into countless blood-colored fragnts, drifting down like snowflakes.

Clent watched in shock as his eyes widened like copper bells, filled with disbelief.

But even more terrifying things awaited him.

At the mont the Blood Shield collapsed, he lost control of the Blood Domain in an instant!

The blood-colored power, which he previously commanded with ease, was now like a wild horse out of control, dispersing around him.

No matter how desperately he willed it, attempting to consolidate the power was in vain.

The blood-colored power was like scattered sand, no longer able to form a powerful force, rely drifting powerlessly around him.

And at this mont, Lis’s dark sword was now just a few centiters away from Clent.

The icy sword edge emitted a chilling cold and an eerie unknown.

It seed as if a gentle slash could tear his skin and take his life.

Clent could feel the taste of death emanating from the pitch-black sword.

It was an icy, hopeless, irresistible taste, like the abyss of darkness threatening to devour him whole.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably, almost driving him to his knees.

Since he was born, Clent had never faced such a hopeless situation.

He wanted to flee but found his legs nailed to the ground, unable to move an inch!

He tried to call for help, but his throat seed blocked, unable to utter a sound!

In this mont of life and death, countless thoughts flashed through Clent’s mind.

But there was no ti for Clent to ponder why things had turned out this way.

The dark sword that pierced the Blood Shield shattered his confidence completely.

The breath of death clung to him like a shadow, now haunting his every breath with a chilling and piercing sensation.

Each breath he took felt like he was devouring despair.

How did it suddenly co to this?

Even as a Demigod, Clent didn’t know what to do at this mont.

At this critical juncture of life and death, Clent let out a crazed scream!

Instantly, an extrely evil and insane power surged from Clent’s body, like a dam break, enveloping him completely.

The power was as dark as the Abyss, capable of devouring all light and hope in the world, twisting the space around it.

At that close range, Lis imdiately felt the terrifying nature of that power.

The strength of this force far exceeded his imagination, even surpassing the realm of a Demigod.

The overwhelming evil aura, akin to tangible blades, pricked his skin and made even his soul tremble.

Lis realized the gravity of the situation, knowing there was no longer a chance for a killing blow.

Reluctantly, he quickly decided to retract his icy dark sword and forsake this once-in-a-lifeti opportunity.

With a ghost-like swiftness, Lis quickly distanced himself from Clent.

At the sa ti, the force from within Clent enveloped him completely, as if equipping him with a layer of evil armor.