Chapter 156: Time to Kill a God
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Chapter 156 Time to Kill a God
Long Tian's eyes locked onto the towering castle in the distance, his demeanor unyielding, devoid of fear or hesitation.
"I wonder if the fallen mentioned by the six-armed man is the God of Death," he muttered, his voice carrying a blend of curiosity and determination.
Without wasting another moment, the ground beneath his feet splintered, and he surged forward, a relentless force headed for the grand palace.
---
Meanwhile, in another location...
Stab!
The sound of metal meeting flesh echoed through the air as the final sword thrust impaled the chest of a middle-aged man. His long, dark hair, now tainted with crimson hues, framed a face contorted in disbelief.
"I-impossible... I am the strongest..." his voice trailed off, dissipating into the ether along with his evaporating body.
"Pant! Pant!" Lei Guang gasped for air, his body collapsing onto the ground, utterly drained after the grueling battle.
The middle-aged man was no ordinary dark soul; his strength was unparalleled, nearly claiming Lei Guang's life in the process.
For over an hour, they clashed fiercely, and finally, he emerged victorious, though barely.
"If a mere skirmish with that man nearly cost me my life, how formidable must the fallen be, as the six-armed man mentioned?" he pondered, his tone grave and breathless.
The middle-aged man had proven to be the most daunting adversary he had ever faced. His insubstantial, shadowy darkness form rendered conventional attacks useless, leaving darkness as the only viable weapon.
Luckily, Lei Guang wielded the Darkblade, the one advantage that tipped the scales in his favor. The chapters is up by N0vEI__bin
---
Lei Guang rested for more than ten minutes. Now sitting, his breathing had returned to normal, and his wounds were slowly healing.
He stood up, his eyes fixed on the red crystal on the ground, where the middle-aged man had fallen.
Approaching it, he picked up the crystal and examined it. Without hesitation, he tightly gripped the crystal until a "Crack!" sounded, indicating its destruction.
His expression remained devoid of any emotions. He had encountered such crystals several times before, each granting him increased power.
But this time, he furrowed his brow because the crystal had no effect.
He opened his hand, causing the crushed red crystal to levitate on its own.
In a swift, calculated motion, he thrust forward, and a colossal dark fist materialized, striking the orc's abdomen with a resounding "Thump!" The impact was bone-crushing, the sheer force causing the orc to gasp in pain, forcing it to stagger back several paces under the sheer impact of the dark punch.
Long Tian didn't relent, his movements fluid and relentless. With an effortless grace, he levitated higher into the air, arriving near the giant mace still entwined by the two black dragons.
His hand gripped the mace's handle, and darkness instantly cloaked its entire surface, imbued with an almost sentient malevolence.
"Now, take this!" he declared, his voice ringing out with unyielding conviction.
With the combined might of darkness and the two dragons, the colossal mace hurtled forward, a deadly projectile aimed at the orc's head.
Bang!
A thunderous explosion reverberated, shaking the very ground beneath them. The orc, caught off guard, collapsed to the ground; its colossal body sent shockwaves through the earth, stirring up a whirlwind of dust and debris.
Yet, Long Tian's onslaught was far from over. The two black dragons, now reinvigorated, flew to his sides, their eyes ablaze with dark fury. He held onto both of them, his grip unyielding, infusing them with the malevolent power of darkness.
"Now, burn him!" he commanded, his voice slicing through the air like a blade.
With that, the two dragons unleashed torrents of black flames, a searing inferno that engulfed the orc in a whirlwind of blistering heat and roaring darkness.
Long Tian watched this with a chilling satisfaction, his eyes glinting with the icy resolve of a predator. The orc's defiant roars turned to desperate screams, drowned out by the relentless onslaught of the black flames.
The two dragons ceased their fiery assault, revealing the orc's massive form still burning. However, it gradually evaporated into darkness and disappeared entirely within seconds.
Long Tian's grin stretched wider, a macabre display of satisfaction.
The two dragons, once majestic creatures, seamlessly melded back into the inked patterns adorning his arms. With a graceful descent, he landed squarely on the remnants of the colossal orc.
A red crystal lay on the ground, identical to the one when he killed the mysterious man in the blood pool.
He picked it up, and without hesitation, he tightly gripped the crystal until a "Crack!" sounded, signifying its destruction.
He opened his palm again, making the crystal's dust float toward the grand castle.
Some sort of illusion seemed to vanish due to the crystal dust, unveiling four entrances on various sides of the castle.
Dark wings, ethereal and foreboding, sprouted from Long Tian's back once more. "Time to kill a god!" he declared, flying straight toward one of the entrances.
---
In another corner of the castle's vast expanse, Lei Guang came to an abrupt halt, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the colossal entrance that had materialized before him.
"What in the underworld? Is the castle itself beckoning me inside? Fine by me. I won't squander this golden opportunity," he sneered, his grin predatory.
Without a moment's hesitation, he propelled himself forward, hurtling toward the entrance with unmatched speed and determination.
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Chapter 156 Time to Kill a God
Long Tian's eyes locked onto the towering castle in the distance, his demeanor unyielding, devoid of fear or hesitation.
"I wonder if the fallen mentioned by the six-armed man is the God of Death," he muttered, his voice carrying a blend of curiosity and determination.
Without wasting another moment, the ground beneath his feet splintered, and he surged forward, a relentless force headed for the grand palace.
---
Meanwhile, in another location...
Stab!
The sound of metal meeting flesh echoed through the air as the final sword thrust impaled the chest of a middle-aged man. His long, dark hair, now tainted with crimson hues, framed a face contorted in disbelief.
"I-impossible... I am the strongest..." his voice trailed off, dissipating into the ether along with his evaporating body.
"Pant! Pant!" Lei Guang gasped for air, his body collapsing onto the ground, utterly drained after the grueling battle.
The middle-aged man was no ordinary dark soul; his strength was unparalleled, nearly claiming Lei Guang's life in the process.
For over an hour, they clashed fiercely, and finally, he emerged victorious, though barely.
"If a mere skirmish with that man nearly cost me my life, how formidable must the fallen be, as the six-armed man mentioned?" he pondered, his tone grave and breathless.
The middle-aged man had proven to be the most daunting adversary he had ever faced. His insubstantial, shadowy darkness form rendered conventional attacks useless, leaving darkness as the only viable weapon.
Luckily, Lei Guang wielded the Darkblade, the one advantage that tipped the scales in his favor. The chapters is up by N0vEI__bin
---
Lei Guang rested for more than ten minutes. Now sitting, his breathing had returned to normal, and his wounds were slowly healing.
He stood up, his eyes fixed on the red crystal on the ground, where the middle-aged man had fallen.
Approaching it, he picked up the crystal and examined it. Without hesitation, he tightly gripped the crystal until a "Crack!" sounded, indicating its destruction.
His expression remained devoid of any emotions. He had encountered such crystals several times before, each granting him increased power.
But this time, he furrowed his brow because the crystal had no effect.
He opened his hand, causing the crushed red crystal to levitate on its own.
In a swift, calculated motion, he thrust forward, and a colossal dark fist materialized, striking the orc's abdomen with a resounding "Thump!" The impact was bone-crushing, the sheer force causing the orc to gasp in pain, forcing it to stagger back several paces under the sheer impact of the dark punch.
Long Tian didn't relent, his movements fluid and relentless. With an effortless grace, he levitated higher into the air, arriving near the giant mace still entwined by the two black dragons.
His hand gripped the mace's handle, and darkness instantly cloaked its entire surface, imbued with an almost sentient malevolence.
"Now, take this!" he declared, his voice ringing out with unyielding conviction.
With the combined might of darkness and the two dragons, the colossal mace hurtled forward, a deadly projectile aimed at the orc's head.
Bang!
A thunderous explosion reverberated, shaking the very ground beneath them. The orc, caught off guard, collapsed to the ground; its colossal body sent shockwaves through the earth, stirring up a whirlwind of dust and debris.
Yet, Long Tian's onslaught was far from over. The two black dragons, now reinvigorated, flew to his sides, their eyes ablaze with dark fury. He held onto both of them, his grip unyielding, infusing them with the malevolent power of darkness.
"Now, burn him!" he commanded, his voice slicing through the air like a blade.
With that, the two dragons unleashed torrents of black flames, a searing inferno that engulfed the orc in a whirlwind of blistering heat and roaring darkness.
Long Tian watched this with a chilling satisfaction, his eyes glinting with the icy resolve of a predator. The orc's defiant roars turned to desperate screams, drowned out by the relentless onslaught of the black flames.
The two dragons ceased their fiery assault, revealing the orc's massive form still burning. However, it gradually evaporated into darkness and disappeared entirely within seconds.
Long Tian's grin stretched wider, a macabre display of satisfaction.
The two dragons, once majestic creatures, seamlessly melded back into the inked patterns adorning his arms. With a graceful descent, he landed squarely on the remnants of the colossal orc.
A red crystal lay on the ground, identical to the one when he killed the mysterious man in the blood pool.
He picked it up, and without hesitation, he tightly gripped the crystal until a "Crack!" sounded, signifying its destruction.
He opened his palm again, making the crystal's dust float toward the grand castle.
Some sort of illusion seemed to vanish due to the crystal dust, unveiling four entrances on various sides of the castle.
Dark wings, ethereal and foreboding, sprouted from Long Tian's back once more. "Time to kill a god!" he declared, flying straight toward one of the entrances.
---
In another corner of the castle's vast expanse, Lei Guang came to an abrupt halt, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the colossal entrance that had materialized before him.
"What in the underworld? Is the castle itself beckoning me inside? Fine by me. I won't squander this golden opportunity," he sneered, his grin predatory.
Without a moment's hesitation, he propelled himself forward, hurtling toward the entrance with unmatched speed and determination.
Chapter 156 Time to Kill a God Long Tian's eyes locked onto the towering castle in the distance, his demeanor unyielding, devoid of fear or hesitation. "I wonder if the fallen mentioned by the six-armed man is the God of Death," he muttered, his voice carrying a blend of curiosity and determination. Without wasting another moment, the ground beneath his feet splintered, and he surged forward, a relentless force headed for the grand palace. --- Meanwhile, in another location... Stab! The sound of metal meeting flesh echoed through the air as the final sword thrust impaled the chest of a middle-aged man. His long, dark hair, now tainted with crimson hues, framed a face contorted in disbelief. "I-impossible... I am the strongest..." his voice trailed off, dissipating into the ether along with his evaporating body. "Pant! Pant!" Lei Guang gasped for air, his body collapsing onto the ground, utterly drained after the grueling battle. The middle-aged man was no ordinary dark soul; his strength was unparalleled, nearly claiming Lei Guang's life in the process. For over an hour, they clashed fiercely, and finally, he emerged victorious, though barely. "If a mere skirmish with that man nearly cost me my life, how formidable must the fallen be, as the six-armed man mentioned?" he pondered, his tone grave and breathless. The middle-aged man had proven to be the most daunting adversary he had ever faced. His insubstantial, shadowy darkness form rendered conventional attacks useless, leaving darkness as the only viable weapon. Luckily, Lei Guang wielded the Darkblade, the one advantage that tipped the scales in his favor. The chapters is up by N0vEI__bin--- Lei Guang rested for more than ten minutes. Now sitting, his breathing had returned to normal, and his wounds were slowly healing. He stood up, his eyes fixed on the red crystal on the ground, where the middle-aged man had fallen. Approaching it, he picked up the crystal and examined it. Without hesitation, he tightly gripped the crystal until a "Crack!" sounded, indicating its destruction. His expression remained devoid of any emotions. He had encountered such crystals several times before, each granting him increased power. But this time, he furrowed his brow because the crystal had no effect. He opened his hand, causing the crushed red crystal to levitate on its own. In a swift, calculated motion, he thrust forward, and a colossal dark fist materialized, striking the orc's abdomen with a resounding "Thump!" The impact was bone-crushing, the sheer force causing the orc to gasp in pain, forcing it to stagger back several paces under the sheer impact of the dark punch. Long Tian didn't relent, his movements fluid and relentless. With an effortless grace, he levitated higher into the air, arriving near the giant mace still entwined by the two black dragons. His hand gripped the mace's handle, and darkness instantly cloaked its entire surface, imbued with an almost sentient malevolence. "Now, take this!" he declared, his voice ringing out with unyielding conviction. With the combined might of darkness and the two dragons, the colossal mace hurtled forward, a deadly projectile aimed at the orc's head. Bang! A thunderous explosion reverberated, shaking the very ground beneath them. The orc, caught off guard, collapsed to the ground; its colossal body sent shockwaves through the earth, stirring up a whirlwind of dust and debris. Yet, Long Tian's onslaught was far from over. The two black dragons, now reinvigorated, flew to his sides, their eyes ablaze with dark fury. He held onto both of them, his grip unyielding, infusing them with the malevolent power of darkness. "Now, burn him!" he commanded, his voice slicing through the air like a blade. With that, the two dragons unleashed torrents of black flames, a searing inferno that engulfed the orc in a whirlwind of blistering heat and roaring darkness. Long Tian watched this with a chilling satisfaction, his eyes glinting with the icy resolve of a predator. The orc's defiant roars turned to desperate screams, drowned out by the relentless onslaught of the black flames. The two dragons ceased their fiery assault, revealing the orc's massive form still burning. However, it gradually evaporated into darkness and disappeared entirely within seconds. Long Tian's grin stretched wider, a macabre display of satisfaction. The two dragons, once majestic creatures, seamlessly melded back into the inked patterns adorning his arms. With a graceful descent, he landed squarely on the remnants of the colossal orc. A red crystal lay on the ground, identical to the one when he killed the mysterious man in the blood pool. He picked it up, and without hesitation, he tightly gripped the crystal until a "Crack!" sounded, signifying its destruction. He opened his palm again, making the crystal's dust float toward the grand castle. Some sort of illusion seemed to vanish due to the crystal dust, unveiling four entrances on various sides of the castle. Dark wings, ethereal and foreboding, sprouted from Long Tian's back once more. "Time to kill a god!" he declared, flying straight toward one of the entrances. --- In another corner of the castle's vast expanse, Lei Guang came to an abrupt halt, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the colossal entrance that had materialized before him. "What in the underworld? Is the castle itself beckoning me inside? Fine by me. I won't squander this golden opportunity," he sneered, his grin predatory. Without a moment's hesitation, he propelled himself forward, hurtling toward the entrance with unmatched speed and determination.
