Capítulo 1459: Chapter 194: The Road Ahead… Please!
Sigler’s voice was distorted and maddened.
This was his first loss of composure.
Because he saw that fearso black figure again, one that made countless tremble.
That slender blood-colored blade actually withstood his deadly attack.
The Dark South Planet is a true SSS-class Emperor Body!
And it is also a genuine Great Demon God that has survived an entire era of slaughter!
Its ferocity, its power, absolutely surpasses the Ghost Ghost King.
Even those arrogant Chaos Giant Beasts, under the Black Fla, would only turn into black ashes, but now…
Since he entered the Dark South Planet, this was the first ti his assault was thwarted.
A fist larger than the opponent was blocked firmly, unable to advance an inch.
Thunder sparks erupted at the point of confrontation, while the space around them collapsed.
But when Sigler focused on the constantly shattering fragnts on Shura’s body, a wild grin appeared on his face.
“Hahaha! So you’re not invincible after all.”
“Is this your limit?”
“Then let stack my attack again!”
His wrist flashed with twelve Black Flas once more, lighting up in sequence.
The gigantic fist directly faced Shura.
The barrier-piercing Clock Killing Formation Cannon launched again.
The circle of Black Fla spun swiftly, and when it aligned with the 12 o’clock position, twelve beams of Death Light would obliterate everything before it.
Shura’s blood-red eyes flickered for a mont.
His left heel rose quickly and then descended.
A terrifying air burst exploded backward.
Mu Fan, just rushing within ten ters, couldn’t evade Shura’s sudden maneuver, soaring through the air like being hit by a cannonball, crashing backward.
Mu Fan was in anguish, “Shura, what are you doing!”
He didn’t feel physical pain, but it felt like a thousand blades had pierced his heart.
Shura, for the first ti, refused him!
The answer was clear…
Shura must think the battle had exceeded Mu Fan’s endurance limit.
It was creating a chance for Mu Fan to survive.
Yet…
I don’t want to live like this!
“Ah! ——”
Mu Fan’s anguished cry pierced the sky.
But Shura didn’t respond to Mu Fan at this mont.
Only to see that small black cha suddenly explode into Star Mist, softly wrapping Mu Fan within.
Then, four blood-red engines surged violently!
Inside the cockpit, which Mu Fan couldn’t see, energy suddenly dropped by 2%.
Shura’s arms, with nano muscle fibers, suddenly inflated.
His hands gripped the hilt tightly and spun it fiercely.
Zilch.
The ground beneath cracked instantly, strangely rising.
A lightning bolt, like a snake, flashed abruptly. Shura reversed his blade in an instant and swung upwards heavily.
As the Blood Prison Blade clashed with the halberd tip, it created a hair-raising slicing sound.
The Dark South Planet’s halberd tip was repelled for the first ti… even if only by less than half a ter.
Bang—
Shura’s face armor cracked, but those eyes remained indifferent and calm.
A blood-red blade light, exceeding two hundred ters, instantly ford in the narrow gap, recoiling out.
Rebirth of the Dead Ghost – Fate Reversal Slash!
At this mont, the twelfth Black Fla was just igniting.
The Clock Killing Formation Cannon was forcibly interrupted at the last second of activation.
In the state of full-body coordination, Sigler Palm seed to see a giant as tall as the sky swinging the blade backhanded, making his hair stand on end.
The sharpness could split the soul in two.
In less than a thousandth of a second, half a ter of distance was filled with the blood-colored blade light.
So as the thought barely erged in Sigler’s mind, the blood-colored blade light began to rage in the narrow space, compressed energy started to expand.
Boom!
A hundred-ter-high shockwave spread rapidly around.
From the start, never retreating a step, the Dark South Planet was forcibly pushed back dozens of ters.
And Shura…
Just as the blood-colored blade light exploded, vanished from the spot.
Mu Fan, suspended in mid-air, was still struggling when he felt a palm suddenly grasp his body.
Then a terrifying thrust ca from behind.
As the world spun, Mu Fan’s vision changed rapidly, and looking back, he realized he was already thousands of ters away from the previous location.
What appeared before him was the Shura Machine Body, completely damaged.
Beneath the exposed armor were strands of tal fibers, resembling muscles.
The shattered face armor made it appear even more heroic.
And the black tal sphere brought from the ruins flew out of his hand as he was jolted up.
The Shura half-knelt on the ground, placing him down.
In Mu Fan’s view, its body was still continuously disintegrating.
“Fight with !”
Mu Fan stood up and roared.
But the black cha, which had been obedient to Mu Fan since it appeared, rely shook its head lightly.
Then it stood up, leaving Mu Fan a desolate silhouette.
Its left hand holding the blade slowly along its side.
The Blood Prison Blade, which flashed like lightning, now lacked its forr prestige.
On its energy gauge, the remaining energy… 2.4%!
To die for its master was its final glory as a guardian of the Asura clan.
Its blood-colored eyes lifted, staring at the black fla pillars a kiloter away that were crumbling like shadows accompanying it.
The last thoughts did not answer Mu Fan, but were passed on to Black—
[My life is ending, the road ahead…]
[Please]
The final two words, weighty as a mountain.
The blade turned, the Shura broke through barriers, leaving only a dazzling scarlet as its cloak rose.
Its voice echoed in Black’s virtual space.
The always lively Black was unusually silent this ti, its emotional logic module was nearly crashing at this mont.
“To the true warrior, I, Mohandas salute you.”
Mohandas, cloaked in gray, placed a hand on his chest and bowed.
The heroic figure of the Shura was clearly reflected in the eyes of this Dark Holy Hall Knight.
At this mont, this battle-worn War God finally understood who had always been guarding Mu Fan after his silence.
“I am Alpha of the Shadow Fleet, requesting all to rescue… Mu Fan.”
Initially having discord with the black cha upon eting it, but later becoming partners with this silent fellow. At this mont, Black only felt… unbearably troubled.
Personally persuading a friend to sacrifice themselves, the friend does not resist but happily ets death.
Such a feeling made Black inexplicably want to cry.
[Dark South Planet] stood in place, left hand widely opened and pressed down ominously.
Dark Sky—South King Fist!
The ultra-giant black fla pillar shadowed like an endless extension.
Just now, the Shura’s reverse blade left a deep scar on its fist.
… almost cleaving through the back of the hand!
In the cockpit already enveloped by black flas, Sigler Palm simultaneously felt the intense pain from the back of his hand.
This cha synchronizes with him more than any cha before.
As if flesh and blood were connected!
So, under this pain stimulus.
Sigler’s previously certain calm disposition completely vanished, the heavy pupils filled with ferocity.
His right arm suddenly stretched outward sideways.
On the right side of this giant Demon God Machine, a hundred-ter-tall dark pentagram suddenly erged.
In the images of all warship force field monitors, the energy reaction at the location of [Dark South Planet] started to grow wildly in geotric proportions!
—Boom boom boom boom!
Nurous energy monitors suddenly exploded at this mont.
“Surface forming a space storm.”
“Requesting evasion!”
“…What’s that?”
Countless people looked in horror at the giant pentagram pattern.
The cha’s right arm eerily rged into that pentagram and forcefully pulled.
A black trident, seventy ters long and riddled with ancient scars, erged from the pentagram pattern.
As the halberd tip erged, the surrounding space began to uncontrollably collapse, contract, absorb.
Then it was burned into nothingness by the black flas on the trident body.
That trident…
Clearly was a black hole bound into a shape!
Where the halberd tip swept, space seed shredded like a sheet of paper.
Ancient weapon of massacre—[Epoch King Trident]!
Under the black fla covered Sigler Palm, veins bulged prominently, blood vessels around the eyes bursting, fiercely devouring.
Clearly, this weapon also brought unimaginable trendous burden on his body.
However, Sigler’s patience has been completely depleted.
His arm raised high.
Behind him, space collapsed into a black void resembling the starry sky.
“Since you want to die gloriously… then I’ll let you die gloriously!”
Epoch King Trident heavily lowered.
The ground a thousand ters to the side instantly collapsed into a ten-thousand-ter abyss.
In the ferocious heavy pupils, reflected was the imposing figure, like a mountain, pressing forward, without hesitation!
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