Black Sail
Chapter 603: CCXX. Light Snow (4K)

Chapter 603: CCXX. Light Snow (4K)

Liszt is unaware of the current battle situation outside the city, but since those Heavy Priests haven’t broken in yet, it shows that Fen is holding on, perhaps even reversing the tide.

And he must send this person to hell.

The completely heated battle has lasted for several minutes.

Their figures interlocked, moving with lightning speed, blades clashing, faster than imaginable, and the waves of air and firestorms causing the already charred city to burn even more fiercely.

The only reflection in his eyes was flames.

Scarlet ghostly figures attached to Liszt’s hands, unleashing more fiercely than ever before, burdening his body with an erosion greater than that of the West Sea Giant. With unmatched strength, one strike was followed by another, and icy sword shadows weaved into a net.

The sword in his right hand fully displayed Liszt’s skills, honed on a reckless path for years.

Unlike Liszt’s extreme speed.

Zote has reached a terrifying level, though merely a mortal, while the force behind the Junlin Sword Master overshadows the era.

The Radiant Knight was a strong figure of seven hundred years past.

Wasn’t Zote, himself, one of this era’s extremes? The so-called Continent Martial Arts Competition Champion was merely a spectacle for people like him.

His strength came from himself alone.

The Nameless Blade clashed directly with the Junlin Sword; the Ten Directions Great Destruction’s blood light flared brilliantly, and each frightening aura from his swings made the air tremble, competing with Morag’s Hammer of Destruction in power.

Both were shocked apart by each other’s attacks, their hands and mouths tingling.

Amidst the citywide inferno, the furnace of life, it was not just the buildings burning, but also the ambitions within their hearts.

Several white ghost figures teleported from all directions, wielding spectral Junlin Swords. Zote’s footwork spun swiftly, competing in speed with the Legendary Demon Swordsman Omega.

But those figures...

Even if they are the Dead Soul, they are still mighty figures from long history.

Zote was weary of dealing with them, only appearing as flashes of light, constantly sealing off blind spots. Liszt could still teleport back and forth among these ghostly figures.

As long as the Junlin Sword nicked Zote, he would die on the spot!

The terrifying killing experience allowed Zote to realize Liszt’s intent, focusing on defending against Liszt’s killer moves.

The blade of the Nameless Blade began to heat up under the continuous assault, with sparks illuminating the night sky, turning it blood red despite the night.

Blocking everything, comparable to the reaction ability of the Empire Shield Yunkai.

It was a strange sense of exhaustion, as if the soul were tossed into molten iron, just like the battle with Doringger. The spell power was nearly scorching his skin.

"Is the elector only this good? You should be stronger, the Ancient Reg Dragon Rider, Pedan Great Mage, Ji Weng Saint Spirit Master, and the Lostra Divine Punishment Army; the Emperor shouldn’t stand a chance against you in one blow!"

Zote was incited to battle fervor, bordering on madness.

The Magic Rune Armor also requires an extremely strong load-bearing capacity from the wearer; a normal person wearing the Ten Directions Great Destruction would explode with the slightest activation, but only Zote could unleash such a beast.

When the Ten Directions Great Destruction was crafted, Zote demanded that there be no limit set, and it hadn’t yet reached its ultimate potential.

He too was starting to struggle a little.

The long-accumulated clouds began to pour with torrential rain.

The Heavy Priest army outside the city, stronger than the Resistance Army, slaughtering East Sea Bandits like chickens. Among the priests were giants and strong elite troops, hard to turn the tides.

But with Fafna’s reinforcements.

It wasn’t the power that a Dragon Language Sound Emitter could wield; it was true word spirit magic. Extreme cold icicles fell from the sky, and in mid-September of summer, snowflakes floated in the sky, dropping the temperature significantly within several miles.

The situation outside the city became even more stalemated and tragic.

The victory inside the city, with the transcendental power held by both, is the key to this final battle of Mulong.

Push the Ten Directions Great Destruction to its limit!

The originally pitch-black armor turned blood-red, and Zote seemed like a different person. Contrasting with the ice flame spell power armor forged by Lanshika Tye on Liszt’s body, the arcane energy in the magic pattern construction was so intense that it oozed outside the armor, forming crimson luminescent bands, reminiscent of the Sun Magnetic Rope structure known on the sun.

"I’m really f***ed."

Liszt also felt a bit exhausted, as Zote had just moved to Second Rank. With First Tier, he could already withstand someone described as having transcendent power, so what’s next?

Zote swept the Nameless Blade, and the entire strange great sword was infused with the strongest and fiercest blood-red luminescence.

Power,

Power...

It made all despicable people stop secretly following that fragile will.

It made rocks bloom and deserts spring forth; everything would be soothed, even hunger would vanish, even shame would dissipate.

Power condensed into gunpowder in the magazine; tombstones grew metallic mycelium, gunfire was a comma of the night, and hatred was the ever potent poison.

And slaughter,

was the most devout prayer.

This Old Aran...

The ultimate God of Death.

"Die!"

No human shadow could be seen, only the earth being furrowed with chasms by blood-red flashes, merely him in motion, and his blade, his slash.

Blood light reflected on the blade, cold light as thick as training ropes.

Where the blade passed, a hundred feet of yellow sand surged like an angry tide, and the snow flying up defied gravity in reverse flow.

Even the Ancient Undead of Yunkai couldn’t withstand it.

The current Zote.

Stronger than the Radiant Knight himself.

Liszt desperately fended off attacks, but even with the ice flame spell power armor capable of defying almost all attacks, bloodlines stretched across his body, forcing him to frenziedly push his spell power to the brink, overdrawing further to enhance the protective ice flame spell power and the blocking black ghostly figures.

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