A flicker of fla erupted violently on the Black Book, then transford into a gigantic trident.
Whoosh!
The shadow’s arm extended, and the fla darted like lightning in a flash.
A path of fla pierced through space; a mont ago, it was before him, but in the next mont, it was right in front of Clayton Schmidt.
The power of two rising suns condensed into such a small strike, even amid this vast divine enthronent space.
The imnse force still dispersed the mist completely, yet Clayton Schmidt’s gaze did not waver in the slightest.
Interesting! What a pity!
Clayton Schmidt suddenly burst into laughter.
His voice bore no trace of age, much like the hearty laughter of a young man.
At this mont, his body transford into a gigantic whirlpool, as if a teor had fallen into the ocean.
Endless whirlpools encircled, with flas from everywhere converging upon his body.
This furious suction even absorbed the fla path from that trident’s strike.
Then this terrifying fla suddenly turned into a fiery fist, fiercely colliding with the trident.
Under the clash of two extre forces of fla, the fire sea swept throughout the entire space.
In the space outside all the God-Sealing Fragnted Pages, the ground erupted with countless fiery magma.
This force, released in such a short ti, didn’t have the chance to flow to other spaces.
It completely exceeded the capacity of this area and then radiated outside the God-Sealing Fragnted Pages.
Boom!
The heavens and earth turned dark amid extre darkness.
A fist collided with the trident.
Silent Destruction Fist!
Clayton Schmidt’s Path of Annihilation.
A fist and a trident! Simultaneously in mysterious darkness.
Even flas extinguished within this Power of Annihilation, in that fleeting darkness.
A line of fla lit up in the God-Sealing Space, an irregular portal slowly igniting.
The shadow slowly retreated from that portal.
The giant retreated!
"What a terrifying fellow, his probing was quicker than I expected. It seems our previous use of the God-Sealing Space revealed so clues to him, luckily he acted on our behalf."
Ken Middleton’s body appeared beside Ethan Smith.
After the God-Sealing Titan retreated, the oppressive force in the God-Sealing Space finally vanished.
Only then could Ken appear here, monts ago he wasn’t even qualified to approach.
The massive force of that top-level collision, even air couldn’t penetrate, such a confrontation was almost a clash between grand paths, a battle above the Holy Lord level.
"Predecessor Schmidt, are you alright?"
Clayton Schmidt sat gently on the ground, Ethan suddenly sensed sothing off.
At this mont, the entire body of Clayton Schmidt started showing signs of disintegration.
The skin on his face cracked with innurable fissures, then peeled off layer by layer.
Then his arm, body showed the sa signs.
"What a sha, in my era there were no such opponents, but to have another battle after my death leaves without regret."
Clayton Schmidt looked at his already dissipating fist, seemingly nostalgic.
"There is one point you got wrong, this battle was for myself. Yet it also repays your favor for reviving my divine soul to let fight with full force."
Clayton said softly.
The speed of his body’s disintegration accelerated, the recent battle had pushed him beyond his limits.
He was an incomplete soul, forcefully kept in the God-Sealing Space after death to maintain this state.
After the recent battle, Clayton had completely exhausted all his power.
Forcibly using holy spirit power, with his understanding of the Path of Heaven.
First breaking a rising sun with Power of Ice Oath, then using Power of Space within himself to elevate his speed to the utmost, delivering a glorious strike.
Finally, rging the most potent fla power here, triggering this final punch with his Power of Annihilation to repel the God-Sealing Titan.
This was the legend of the unbeatable man from the Age of Desolation, Clayton Schmidt.
He, with this last battle, wrote his ultimate Chapter.
With the end of the final sentence, he completely dissipated.
No verbosity, no sentintality.
As if he did nothing, yet did so much.
He saved Ethan from the fisher’s hand and brought him back to the God-Sealing Space, even spending extra power to protect Ethan.
Just to let Ethan witness his final battle, using his remaining power to shield Ethan and them from the most lethal enemy.
"What a carefree predecessor."
Ken’s eyes were full of admiration, even as rational as he was, at this mont he was in awe of Clayton.
Ethan knelt on the ground where Clayton had dissipated, kowtowing deeply three tis.
...
"Ethan, the God-Sealing Titan was captured by Clayton this ti, which should buy us so more ti. But our estimation cannot be overly optimistic; like this ti, its developnt was much more exaggerated than we imagined. This ti I sensed its aura was much weaker than the previous appearance, probably just a probe. If it descends next ti and we haven’t found a way yet, it would truly be our end."
Ken said, looking gravely serious.
Ethan nodded, having just witnessed the imnse shock of the great war himself.
After a mont of silence, Ken recounted the events here according to what Frederick Cohen had said.
"What we lack most now is ti, yet the current situation leaves us little ti."
Ken sighed softly.
Ethan’s expression also turned sowhat bitter, the battle with the fisher had left him defeated despite his all-out effort.
Compared to the old monsters who had trained for near five to six thousand years, their accumulation was indeed pathetically shallow.
Including this trip to the Northwestern Ghost Capital, facing such imnse power of the law, he felt utterly helpless like a child.
But soon his expression beca steadfast, compared to Emily suffering in Heavenly Sin, Ella Jenkins trapped in ti’s infinite loop, and Predecessor Schmidt who had completely dissipated.
He had no right to complain about all this, at this mont an idea slowly erged.
He threw a magic weapon to Ken.
"Temporal Hall? What powerful Ti Power!"
Ken’s face showed a hint of joy.
With this Ti Power, he could have more ti to study the forces here.
Just like he previously discovered the Swastika power of the Heavenly Sin.
"Next, I may need to find Frederick Cohen and the others, I now have an idea but perhaps it’s a bit risky."
Ethan’s hand suddenly vanished, and as it reappeared.
A flicker of azure light shimred at his fingertips.
And now, this space enlarged a millionfold, revealing the smoke and dust around his fingertips eerily frozen, as if soone pressed a pause button.
Stop!
Ken’s face changed dramatically.
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