Crash!
The ground shattered, walls cracked, and the do shook.
A flaming longsword, stretching over a hundred ters, illuminated the dim underground space like a torch. Everywhere it passed, tal lted like hot wax,
and the number 39 printed on the wall dissolved and peeled away.
Covered in bright silver armor, Michael hovered mid-air, with a halo above his head and pure white wings on his back,
like… no, it was indeed an angel, wielding the sword of flas, annihilating the enemies before it.
And its opponent...
The Side Truth,
the president of the Demon Scientist Alliance, cloaked in a yellow robe, with a face shrouded in the shadow of a hood, stood atop a carnivorous vine monster made of stardust (ordinary vine monsters appear as sluggish carnivorous plants, their bodies covered in plant tentacles),
a crystal shield floating nearby,
utilizing psychic abilities to control the starry vine monster, overcoming its instinctive fear of raging flas, extending its tentacles to restrain the angel's flaming sword.
Hoenhem,
a Clock Tower Mage, wearing a brown trench coat with a pen tucked into the breast pocket, and holding a thick book, appeared to be a very ordinary university professor.
The only difference was that from the gaps in the pages of the book in his hand, endless light, like dust, continuously seeped out,
If any player skilled in Otherworldly languages were present, they would surely recognize the book's cover and title.
The Book of Sand.
"Kadeesh mal, Kadeesh mal. Pared oss, Pared..."
The irresistible sword of flas slashed obliquely forward,
prompting the instantaneous shattering of dozens of layers of invisible barriers before Hoenhem, forcing him to halt his incantation and close the Book of Sand,
rging into the ground and reappearing hundreds of ters off at another site.
Swish—
Two afterimages streaked through the air, converging from left and right towards the airborne Michael,
However, Michael rely flapped its wings, conjuring a powerful repulsion seemingly out of nothing, repelling the two afterimages, shaking them off as they gouged long marks into the ground upon landing.
The figures braced their hands against the ground, halting their retreat, revealing themselves to be Lose Control and Tai Hao.
In the small 39th floor, four out of the top five ranked individual warriors appeared, with Tai Hao included, the pinnacle strength of the entire kill ga assembled here.
And observing the battle, it shockingly was Lose Control, Tai Hao, Hoenhem, and the Side Truth jointly attacking Michael...
Of course, calling it a joint attack would be inaccurate since the four were mutually guarded against each other as well.
The Side Truth, focusing on the ntal Ability Creation System, constantly released formless and intangible spiritual energy tentacles, extending them around,
inadvertently or otherwise, invading regions where the other three stood;
every ti Hoenhem rged into the ground, he appeared in a different location, trying to maintain distance from the others.
Subtly connected by threads between various points, forming masses, covering the entirety of the area;
"Heh—"
Lose Control slowly stood up from the ground, exhaling a dense electric-light laden breath, twisting his neck with crisp cracking sounds.
"Cough, cough!"
Tai Hao coughed while brushing off the dust from his body, looking up into the air,
Michael casually wielded the sword of flas, slicing the giant starry vine monster's vine limbs like chopping vegetables.
Tai Hao sighed deeply, saying to Lose Control: "If things keep going this way, it won't work. Its spiritual power is almost inexhaustible.
The other two keep only going through the motions, guarding against us."
"Ti is on our side."
Lose Control said expressionlessly, flexing his wrist: "We can wear it down eventually."
"But the other two don't think so."
Tai Hao chuckled bitterly: "Forget it, I'll give it a shot."
Taking a deep breath, a gleam flickered in his eyes as he murmured: "In the Year of Kun Dun, fog arises, great waters erge..."
A clear spring quietly appeared in Tai Hao's palm, the water rapidly evaporating, transforming into a vapor which coiled around his arm like an air dragon.
Kun Dun, Kun, Chaos; Dun, Murkiness. It speaks of the primordial chaos of yang energy, the sprouting of all things.
Known as an alternate na for the Twelve Earthly Branch "Zi."
"Taiyin is in Chou, nad Akefenruo, Jupiter dwells in Wei, Ji..."
The Misty Qilong grew rapidly with the wind, slowly ascending in Tai Hao's murmured chanting, filling the air.
Chi Fen Ruo, born of the clear, bright wind.
Another na for the Twelve Earthly Branches "Chou".
Chou, the knot, Yang energy above, not yet descended.
"She Ti loses its place, ng Zou has no record..."
The Air Dragon rapidly evolves, gradually transforming into the sun, moon, stars, mountains, oceans, flying birds and beasts, fields and palaces, peddlers and laborers...
She Ti, Kàng Su, one of the Twenty-Eight Lunar Mansions.
Another na for the Twelve Earthly Branches "Yin".
Yin ans moving, all things begin to sprout at Yin.
Tai Hao's power system is nad "Ten Heavenly Stems and Twelve Earthly Branches
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