??Chapter 1109: 561 Heaven’s Gate, The Seal of the Holy (4000)
Chapter 1109: 561 Heaven’s Gate, The Seal of the Holy (4000)
On St. Lun Mountain, amid the fragnted earth riddled with pits and depressions.
A scarlet-robed phantom stood silently there like a puppet sculpture, utterly motionless. Its right hand was raised, with a weapon beneath its palm propping up its body, its tip buried in the ground. A spiderweb-like network of cracks spread densely across the land, stretching thousands of ters in every direction.
And from these cracks, a red light spewed forth like spring water.
Hum…
A wave of vibration signaling the despair of the dying slowly moved through the air. That deep frequency and collapsing will seed like the final struggle and wail of soone about to die.
Desperate fight for survival, but it was useless, beyond the point of no return.
Clatter clatter clatter…
The scarlet robe of the King of Senairo flapped open, revealing a giant eye at its chest. Its pupil dilated in anger, exuding an aura of supre power.
A terrifying aura flowed, bringing with it a fearso oppressive force.
However, at this mont, that aura and oppressive force had vanished without a trace. For on that supre eye, a silent crack that traversed from left to right was erging wider and wider, irreparable.
“No!!!!!”
The last will of the King of Senairo shook the heavens, vibrating the sky.
Ding!
The massive supre eye instantly burst, just like it was made of semi-transparent glass, like a fragile gem, shattering completely to the ground.
At the sa ti, beneath the scarlet cloak of the phantom, which had hemd edges that moved like flowing water, the densely packed eyes began to quiver rapidly. Starting from the top, rows of red eyes slowly closed. Then, like a spreading infection, the closure repeated wave-like downwards. Row after row, the eyes shut as if falling into a deep sleep.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh…
A chain reaction quickly ensued, with the closing eyes speeding up.
In a re seven or eight breaths’ ti, closed eyes spread like dominoes in all directions, causing all the Eyes of Senairo across the land to lose their will. The battle ca to a definitive end…
In a corner of the battlefield, Casio’s clothes were tattered, his body drenched in blood. Even the ends of his golden hair, shining like brilliant sunlight, were stained with heavy scarlet.
His injuries were severe; the blow from the King of Senairo had been too cruel.
Thirty supre eyes—Black Inscriptions Eye, Eye of Light Boundary, Blood Pupil Eye—their effects stacked to tenfold extres and resonated with one another to enhance each other. This move was a hidden card-level desperate maneuver even for an Ultimate Dark Entity. And Casio had taken it head-on.
Not to be split in two by that scythe was proof enough of his resilience and toughness.
Afterward, he fought a frantic battle with the King of Senairo for a whole day. His injuries worsened, and the power and effects of the three supre eyes even infiltrated his body, worsening Casio’s condition.
At this mont, his face was as pale as a corpse, his breath faint.
But Casio’s eyes burned with a heat never seen before, akin to a hungry wolf in the dead of night, their glowing gaze even visible in the pitch-black darkness.
His gaze locked onto the King of Senairo, who, like a wooden stake, had ceased all motion, his body’s Golem Heart pounding faster.
Through the massive penetrating wound torn by the scythe, he could see the strong heart beating wildly, as if urging Casio forward.
“Your injuries… are severe…”
Beside him, a dark blue silhouette stepped over ice, causing the surrounding temperature to drop significantly. The ground beca coated with a thin layer of frost.
The gaze of Dark Ice Extre Fist lingered on Casio; his ordinarily calm eyes slowly started to ripple. He hadn’t expected this up-and-coming Tyrant Fist to be so fierce, not sparing himself or others. There seed to be a madness in him, a determination not to stop until his goal was achieved. Casio’s strong desire to see the King of Senairo fall ant he would relentlessly pursue it even at the cost of grave injury.
Such a person was best suited to be a friend and never an enemy.
“Yeah, that last scythe strike was especially vicious.” Casio’s mouth twisted into a sowhat ferocious smile, “Any Ultimate Dark Entity giving their all in a fight to the death, even if we have the upper hand, must be dealt with extre caution. Otherwise, this will be the outco…”
He lifted his right arm, pressing against the wound that almost spanned his entire body. But fortunately, Casio was not foolishly fierce; he was fiercely calculated.
His current severe injuries were of no consequence; he would soon recover.
Drip drip drip drip…
Under the watchful eyes of Dark Ice Extre Fist, Casio stepped towards the body of the King of Senairo, to that spread of scarlet covered in eyes, the Blood Lake.
Without hesitation, he fully activated the operation of the Magic Puppet Secret Weapon.
Streams of Black Spirit burst out from his pores, quickly forming a towering Golem behind him. Its outline surface roiled like flas and ripples, filled with Demonic Qi. The Giant Statue stamped down, extending a grand hand.
Pssht, it plunged fiercely into the Blood Lake.
Hum…
The Magic Puppet Life Magnetic Field powered up mightily, rapidly spreading in every direction, creating concentric ripples on the surface of the Blood Lake.
Boom! Just like the last ti when absorbing the Pale Origin, even the dead Ultimate Dark Entity’s lingering life essence put up a resistance. But this ti, Casio didn’t require the Magic Puppet Secret Weapon to collide thousands of tis to find a breach. He directly suppressed it with the Tyrant Fist Aura!
With a bang, the Life Field of the King of Senairo shattered.
The Magic Puppet Life Magnetic Field swept over instantly, like an ever-growing maw, hungrily and greedily devouring large chunks of Magnetic Field fragnts.
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