The blade of light wrapped in frost doubled in number within a few breaths.
By then, Annan had keenly detected its transformation chanism, but for the mont, he couldn’t think of how to break it.
He could only continue to intercept and shatter the incoming ice swords with the Wheel of Frost in his hands. However, when the number of ice swords increased to over fifty, Annan began to feel significant pressure. Wounds started to appear on his body, and before the blood could seep out, it froze.
At this ti, the Twisted quietly pointed his free left palm towards Annan, without making a sound.
Annad had just cleaved seven or eight ice swords in half with a sweep of the Wheel of Frost while retreating.
But after that, these shattered ice swords did not turn into double the number of new light swords.
Instead, they suddenly lted midair into a faint mist.
After that, Annan suddenly slled an odd fragrance.
It was like boiling roses... emitting a warm, thick, rich aroma.
That scent perated Annan’s body in the blink of an eye.
He suddenly felt his body soften, unable to muster any strength. The world in front of him began to distort—every color in his view beca unnaturally bright, with purple, blue, and green shining to the point of blinding, while reds were almost too dim to see.
This made the whole world in his vision blur and twist as if he were drunk, suddenly drawing closer and then pulling away... Even with his eyes closed, he still felt a strong sense of vertigo.
In place of that, the fragrance grew even stronger. And its scent beca increasingly complex and clear.
With the sourness of red wine rising, overshadowing the mild sweetness of roses.
Suddenly, Annan lost his hearing—
He could no longer hear the sound of the wind, only a rustling noise like that of a TV static screen. Then ca endless, malicious whispers that seed very vague.
"...Hmm."
Annan suddenly bit his lower lip. He felt a slightly dull piercing sensation in his abdon.
As Annan’s sense of distance and hearing were stripped away, and his color perception twisted, the vertigo from his head and the weakness in his limbs created obvious gaps in his defense.
Several ice swords pierced through his abdon.
Fortunately, Annan possessed the elent of frost, allowing him to ignore the chill from the ice swords. But the Twisted probably wasn’t particularly adept at transforming ice... he was rely leveraging the field created by Annan to launch an attack.
Annan understood this clearly.
He rembered the scent of tulips he had slled when he first saw the Twisted. That aroma made his mind hazy, extrely drowsy, and he felt like a puppet, befuddled.
And now, with the current fragrance...
This unique "aroma" transformation might be the Twisted’s exclusive spell!
Shortly after Annan realized this,
The tangy sweetness of wine and the mysterious sweet scent of boiling roses surrounded him, with a distinctly clear and icy cedar scent rising amid them.
This ti, Annan’s sense of touch was stripped away—
He felt an odd warmth on his hands, as if they were being held by a pair of warm hands—yet he could clearly see that his left hand was empty, and his right held the Wheel of Frost.
Soon after, the strange sensation of touch spread from his hands upward.
First to the pairs of hands on his back and shoulders, followed by his abdon, then his thighs... Annan felt nurous pairs of hands, all different in size but uniformly warm, pressing on his body. This warm touch completely eclipsed everything he could feel.
He could no longer sense the touch of cold wind when moving quickly, nor even feel the ground beneath his feet, as if he was stepping on cotton. The discomfort of being pierced in the abdon by ice swords also seed to be erased like by an eraser, becoming progressively less noticeable.
"Annan! Dodge quickly!"
Salvatore couldn’t help but shout aloud.
But Annan couldn’t hear a thing.
He was slashing at the air, chopping so ice swords like a drunken man, but more pierced his body—
If Annan had been an ordinary person, he would have died countless tis by now. Although his lower body was shielded by wings, his upper body was riddled with holes.
After a few ice swords pierced his abdon to start with, one of the ’eyes’ on his body went dark, like a pitch-black fissure—and later, when Annan’s heart and head were pierced, it was just another eye closing.
After that, the Twisted simply stopped attacking Annan and targeted the ’eyes’ on his body instead. Each strike involved several ice swords penetrating several ’eyes’ on Annan’s body, and now it was almost all the eyes on his upper body being extinguished.
...What on earth happened to Annan?
Salvatore furrowed his brows, murmuring in a low voice.
He could clearly see that Annan’s originally decisive defensive stance was gradually falling apart.
His body beca increasingly red, his movents growing more and more sluggish.
...Poison?
Salvatore realized sothing.
He looked back at the Twisted.
He saw the Twisted’s left hand continuously locked onto Annan. Among the ice swords shattered by Annan, there were always a few smaller pieces of ice that directly lted and did not spawn new swords of light.
Damn it!
What should I do—
Less than half a minute had passed from the start of the combat to the stripping away of my sense of touch.
And the mont I realized that my sense of touch was being stripped away, Annan had already thought of a way to break through,
"Truth: The Path of Ascension and Change—"
Annan called upon the Truth that belonged to him.
As Annan initiated the Power of Truth attached to the Book of the Celestial Chariot in his heart, a light screen appeared in front of him.
[Upgrade target?]
Elent, Radiant—
Annan thought to himself.
The words on the light screen rapidly scrolled through Annan’s mind:
[Checking the Common Experience Pool... No common elents stored]
[Beginning deep extraction of elents...]
[Warning: Safe extraction threshold for "Radiant" elent of the target "Annan Winter" is only 85%]
[Possibility of Ascension 0%]
[Automatically optimizing extraction sche...]
[Detected high concentration of Radiant Elent]
[Sche One: Draw from the nearby Radiant Elent to temporarily boost to 100%]
[Possibility of Ascension 3%]
[Confirm?]
...So this is "The Path of Ascension and Change"?
Confirm!
Annan roughly understood what the essence of his Truth, "The Path of Ascension and Change", really was ...
In simple terms, it seed to be a back-end permission for adding points!
Suddenly, Annan no longer retreated.
The next mont, all the eyes on Annan’s body closed simultaneously.
Although he floated in the air, he no longer emitted light. Instead, he seed like a black hole, making the surrounding light appear much dimr.
It was not a taphor—the ice swords that hid light within them also trembled and suddenly stopped in place, the light within them extinguishing rapidly. As if their souls were being sucked away by Annan ... one by one, the ice swords lost their spirit and fell to the ground.
Then, the eyes on Annan’s body opened once more.
The number of eyes on his body was refilled.
anwhile, the icy rain in the sky had imperceptibly turned into a fine drizzle.
It was just unnoticeable in the surrounding domain of extre cold.
But only Annan knew ...
This "ice rain" had already been switched to "drizzle" by the force of emotions!
In his tightly closed eyes.
The rain served like radar, marking the location and emotions of everyone, including the Rotting Husband, the Silver Baron, and even Annan himself, within half the district!
In the Broad Area Perception of the "drizzle," only the emotions of the Rotting Husband and the Silver Baron were imperceptible to Annan.
But this also pinpointed the exact locations of the Rotting Husband and Annan!
No need for vision, nor for hearing.
rely with the sensing of the heart—
Wings rose from Annan’s shoulders, a stream of light erged behind him, propelling him to fly forward at high speed. He closed his eyes and suddenly charged at the Rotting Husband at full speed!
A light blade, tens of tis more powerful than before, stabbed out from each of his "eyes"!
It was a substantial "light sword" —
Annan, with light blades popping out all over his body, opened his arms and embraced the unsuspecting Rotting Husband!
And the countless light swords had already completely pierced through the body of the Rotting Husband the mont Annan embraced him!
Annan did not imdiately release the Rotting Husband but continued to race forward while soaring upwards, holding onto Him.
The light swords violently intersected as Annan gained altitude, instantly dismbering the Rotting Husband.
—But the fragnts of the Rotting Husband didn’t spill a drop of blood.
They just lted slowly in Annan’s embrace, like ice...
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