Locke's End (Super Large Chapter, Please Vote)

Vast, boundless power poured down along with brilliant radiance. Locke's body seemed to shrink and solidify in an instant, while his aura rose ceaselessly in that same moment, like mountains surging from the earth.

A powerful oppressive force spread through the entire hall. Cracks covered the thick walls, and the Red Haired Woman in the distance seemed to have suddenly been burdened with something heavy. She staggered and fell to the ground, unable to stand.

The flying knives dancing in the air fell straight to the floor.

In the corner of the hall, the Red Skirt Little Girl also furrowed her brow. The Paper Butterfly wings at the tips of her hair spread feebly, while her blood-red dress fluttered without wind, rustling softly.

He Ao, standing before Locke, bore the greatest pressure. His blood-covered face creased slightly, but his hands did not pause in the slightest.

The sharp Knight Sword still cut through the web of threads blocking his path without hesitation.

A trace of surprise flashed across Locke's face. Looking at He Ao, he slowly raised his hand. Terrifying pressure spread from within him, and a golden Short Sword appeared in his hand. He raised it to meet He Ao's Knight Sword head-on.

With a soft bang--, He Ao was abruptly sent flying backward.

But he did not fall. His feet dug into the ground, and the Knight Sword and scabbard pierced the floor. Like plows, they carved four long trails through the hard stone floor behind him.

After smashing through a remaining wooden chair, his body finally stabilized just before he hit the wall.

Cough--

His chest and abdomen compressed uncontrollably, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood that splattered across the cold stone floor.

By then, he was already very close to the Red Skirt Little