The red sword light was impossibly sharp, tearing through the very fabric of space.
The biting cold it carried made it feel like being plunged into an icy abyss.
Its divine power was overwhelming, crashing down with unstoppable force.
Though the sword strike seed simple and unadorned, just a single arc of sword energy, it carried the weight of a force that could sweep away everything in its path!
Even the space in front of it was ripped apart. Yet, Supre Emperor Verena didn't seem to care in the slightest. She rely raised her arm.
Above her, a thin, crimson string appeared, floating in midair. Stay updated via empire
But this seemingly fragile string effortlessly collided with the sword strike.
Boom!
The shockwave rippled outward, even causing the surface of the River of Oblivion to tremble.
But the sword strike was stopped, and it didn't even seem like it took much effort.
Even though Sylvia hadn't used her full strength in that strike, there were few on the entire continent of Elant, even among the Holy Emperor-level warriors, who could block it so easily.
This showed just how terrifying Supre Emperor Verena's power remained, even though her physical body had long since perished.
More importantly, the faint blood-red glow in her eyes seed to invisibly enhance her strength.
Timothy stepped forward, standing beside Sylvia, completely unfazed by the dangerous situation.
Instead, he smiled slightly. "Honey, let give you a hand."
Sylvia, who had only recently regained her body, pouted slightly, casting a resentful glance at Timothy.
Holy Emperor-level warriors were known for fighting alone, and on the continent of Elant, no one had ever been worthy of fighting alongside Sylvia.
But even in the face of Supre Emperor Verena, for so reason, when Timothy stood beside her, Sylvia couldn't help but feel a strange sense of calm.
"Hmph!
Fine, I'll give you a chance. Let's team up and take her down, just like we did last ti in the Sepulcher of the Sacred."
Sylvia tilted her head up at a slight angle, pretending not to care.
But Timothy was all too familiar with that playful, tsundere attitude.
"Alright, alright, I'll help you out—just this once," he teased with a grin, standing beside her.
As they both turned to face Supre Emperor Verena, their auras shifted in unison.
The Sacred Bell rang out once more as Sylvia gripped her sword hilt, standing still for a mont in solemn silence.
But the instant she swung her sword, a fierce energy erupted.
In that mont, the phantom of the wooden sword behind her suddenly grew several tis larger.
The sword energy she unleashed shot upward, as if it could pierce the heavens themselves.
Everything in its path would be cleaved in two.
The Sacred Bell's majestic chi echoed across the sky, coating the sword energy in a layer of golden light.
As it sliced through space, the power of this strike, bolstered by the Sacred Bell, was several tis more overwhelming than the one before.
At the sa ti, Timothy made his move.
A golden giant, his Sacred Form, appeared, towering like a mountain, pressing down with imnse force.
The radiant aura of the 'Sunburst' that enveloped it exuded such divine power that even Supre Emperor Verena's eyes widened slightly.
Sylvia's power was undeniable—so much so that even Supre Emperor Verena found it hard to believe that such a formidable Holy Emperor-level warrior still existed on the continent of Elant.
But what unsettled her even more was Timothy.
Though his strength was slightly inferior to that of Goddess Sylvia, the divine aura Timothy unleashed with just a raised hand seed to have an innate ability to suppress spirits and ghosts.
The scorching, radiant golden light, like the rising sun, sent a shiver of fear deep into her very soul.
"How strange… what exactly is…"
A fleeting mont of clarity and disbelief flashed in Supre Emperor Verena's eyes, but it was quickly swallowed by a deeper, blood-red glow that enveloped her gaze.
The bloody aura radiating from her body made her appear even more furious and violent.
"You think this is enough to trap ?"
The last remnants of her sanity seed to be slipping away.
At this mont, Supre Emperor Verena was almost entirely consud by her desires.
What she wanted was nothing less than to shatter the cycle of reincarnation between the worlds of Elant and the Netherworld.
And for that, she didn't care how insane her actions beca.
This ti, seven strings appeared in the air simultaneously.
Each string glowed with a different color, but they were all tinged with a faint layer of blood-red light.
It was this eerie crimson hue that caused the power of the seven strings to surge dramatically.
Though her physical body had long since perished, leaving only her soul, Supre Emperor Verena's strength had gradually waned over the years.
But thanks to the Dragon Blood Formation, she could now wield nearly half of the power she had in life.
Even when facing Sylvia, who stood at the pinnacle of Holy Emperor-level strength, she still seed to have the upper hand.
Supre Emperor Verena's eyes burned with rage as the seven strings flared with light.
The golden Sacred Form and the wooden sword's energy surged forward like massive waves, crashing down with overwhelming force.
But when they struck the strings, it was as if they had collided with an unbreakable barrier.
Though the seven strings trembled under the imnse impact, they withstood the combined assault.
In fact, the blood-red light on the strings intensified, and it even seed like they were preparing to counterattack.
These seven strings were originally Heavenly-level artifacts that Supre Emperor Verena had refined. As sacred objects born from the essence of the world, they were filled with pure, holy energy.
Each string glowed with a different color, inspiring awe in all who saw them.
But now, the once brilliant seven-colored light was almost entirely smothered by the thick, ominous red.
The strings writhed in the air like worms, grotesque and twisted under the blood's influence, a far cry from the sacred artifacts described in the legends of Elant.
"You two think you can defeat ?
Goddess Sylvia, and you, with your strange constitution—so this is all you've got?"
It was as if the last vestiges of her consciousness had been devoured. Supre Emperor Verena's furious roar was now completely devoid of the calm elegance she once had.
Her bloodthirsty gaze and hysterical voice sent chills down the spine.
Her eyes, now fully crimson, locked onto Timothy and Sylvia with a ravenous hunger, as if she intended to kill them both right here and now.
But just as the seven strings twisted and writhed under her control, preparing for another attack, Supre Emperor Verena noticed sothing strange.
Despite their failed strike, Timothy and Sylvia didn't seem concerned at all.
In fact, amidst the swirling shockwaves, they glanced at each other, and—almost unbelievably—shared a smile, one filled with trust.
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