Chapter 1561: Chapter 1562 Black Ice Chapter 1561: Chapter 1562 Black Ice Boom~
A thunderous blast erupted as the barbed whip broke inch by inch when it ca into contact with the Divine Fall Sword Energy. It should be known that this whip was a weapon fallen from the Goddess of Harvest, infused with the divine. Although it had not reached the level of a true divine weapon, it was unlike any common weapon.
However, Divine Fall Sword Energy was specifically designed to counter the divine. Without the divine, a single hit would at most repel the whip, but with divine essence, the characteristics of the Divine Fall Sword Energy were ignited, directly destroying the divine weapon.
“No!” The goddess’s remnant soul, clad in a black dress, let out a piercing scream. This weapon had been a divine artifact of the Goddess of Harvest, transford from the Golden Wheat Spike. Although it was only a weapon with divinity, given a few hundred years to nurture, it had the potential to beco a true divine artifact.
Moreover, the goddess’s remnant soul had planned to leverage this weapon after her ascension to reach an even higher tier of existence. But unexpectedly, it was destroyed in its first use.
With the ability of the goddess’s remnant soul now, there was no way to create a second divine weapon like this one, permanently severing her path to ascension.
“Unforgivable, I will flay your skin and shred your muscles, I will refine your soul and forge your bones!” The goddess’s remnant soul showed a ferocious expression. The black eye on her forehead transford into a bizarre vertical pupil, emitting a dazzling black light that shot towards Song Jian.
The giant goddess statue, emitting black light as thick as a bucket, swept towards Song Jian like a laser.
Song Jian instantly felt a chill run up his spine and dared not confront it directly, but could only helplessly dodge.
The black light, like a lightsaber, followed the turning of the statue’s head, sweeping Song Jian’s silhouette throughout the entire temple.
This move was the finishing blow of the goddess’s remnant soul. It would randomly lock onto any one person in the team. If the target did not dodge, they would be killed instantly; if they dodged, it could potentially hit a teammate, a disgusting move that could disrupt the team’s formation.
However, with only Song Jian present, besides its formidable offensive power, the other effects could not be brought into play.
The black column of light did not move quickly, and Song Jian could easily escape it. In just five seconds, the temple was in shambles, its tough materials unable to withstand the statue’s black light attacks.
This commotion had already alard the two demi-god level powerhouses outside the temple. Basford’s expression changed; he had thought he was the only one who entered this dungeon, not expecting soone to be faster than him.
“I must hasten my pace, otherwise, the opportunity will be snatched away right before my eyes,” Basford thought to himself.
“Die,” Basford’s expression was as dark as water, unleashing his ultimate technique. Flas “boom” erupted violently from his body, changing from red to pale blue, as the temperature soared by several hundred degrees in an instant. His height also shot up by five ters, as if a deity had descended.
The man in the white robe seed to sense sothing as a sinister smile crept onto his lips.
“Fall into corruption, fall into corruption. Even the goddess has fallen, what more do I have to hold onto…” the man in the white robe murmured to himself, his face showing a twisted expression, one mont in agony, the next with a sinister smile. His white robe, especially at the edges, turned pitch black like ink. Shadows like tentacles leisurely climbed upwards from the hem.
Finally, Patu was completely wrapped in a bundle of Black Ice. An area of tens of ters was covered in frost, which slowly turned to Black Ice, clusters shining like crystals with a strange glimr.
Boom, boom, boom~
Transford into a fla giant, Basford kept casting fla spells toward Patu, one powerful spell after another striking the Black Ice, yet unable to inflict any damage. This Black Ice was actually immune to Basford’s fla damage, which was sothing the already all-out Basford found hard to accept.
“How is this possible? Even true deities couldn’t be unscathed…” Basford was shocked, staring dumbfounded at the mass of Black Ice before him, a hint of fear rising in his heart.
Crack~
Monts later, cracks appeared on the surface of the Black Ice, and finally, it exploded entirely. Patu now looked like a close combat warrior, dressed in Black Ice armor, holding a Black Ice shield in one hand and gripping a Black Ice lance in the other.
“Frost Impact!”
With his eyes blood-red, Patu was no longer in his previous white-robed priestly appearance but had transford into an armored warrior. His lance shone with a blinding light as he charged toward Basford.
Enshrouded in a black light, the lance blade emitted endless deep cold, leaving a thick path of ice where it passed on the ground.
Patu was extrely fast, crossing tens of ters in an instant, arriving right in front of the fla giant, Basford.
The intense chill made even Basford, now a fla giant, feel a trace of coldness, and the pale blue flas on his body were instantly suppressed.
Thrust~
The lance pierced through Basford’s chest with the swiftness of lightning, a spurt of fresh blood shooting out, only to evaporate before hitting the ground. Basford’s presence imdiately weakened.
“You, this isn’t Frost Law…” said Basford with a look of shock, unable to help shouting out loud.
“Correct, this is Black Ice Law! Or, you could also call it the Abyssal Ice Law…” Patu’s face revealed a sly smile as he glanced at the temple, and with a fierce shake of his lance, a swirling force erged from it, sending nurous fragnts of Black Ice hurtling towards Basford.
Basford’s face turned pale as he could feel the force capable of tearing his body apart. He didn’t dare to hold back any longer, his body covered in a burst of blue flas which then disappeared. The next second, a burst of blue flas appeared out of thin air ten ters away, Basford having teleported there using the power of the flas.
At this mont, Basford’s chest bore a large hole with fragnts of Black Ice around the wound, preventing it from healing. Countless blue flas kept licking at the Black Ice, trying to lt it away. Although sowhat effective, the process was too slow; the wound was unlikely to heal before the battle ended.
“You are just one step away from God-level, Son of Flas, well-deserving of your reputation. But unfortunately, today you shall fall here, becoming Abyssal prey…” Patu seed to have beco soone else, his cheeks marked with black demonic patterns, resembling a warrior as he continued to charge toward Basford.
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