The shrine where fire had faded away.
Countless swords and blades were embedded in the burned-out earth, like a graveyard at the end of the world. A black sun hung high in the sky, its raging flames connecting it to the ground.
Beneath the blood-red glow of the setting sun, two figures were locked in a desperate battle.
The black Divine Knight gripped a scarlet greatsword and charged at the Farron Knight before him. With a swing of his blade, black flames surged forward. Fang Zheng tightened his grip on the Pitch Black Greatsword and slashed ahead. A massive azure blade condensed from moonlight burst forth, colliding with the black flames.
"Boom—!!!"
The ground split apart, ash scattering through the air. Bottomless fissures spread across the earth, slicing the once-flat ground into pieces like a cake.
"Good, good, this feels amazing!!"
The black Divine Knight threw back his head and laughed, once again swinging the scarlet greatsword in his hand. At the same time, he raised his left hand. With that motion, a fireball descended from the sky like a falling sun, plunging toward Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng merely glanced at that blazing sphere before abruptly raising the white Short Gun in his left hand. The moment the shot rang out, dazzling lightning condensed into a beam of light that shot skyward and pierced straight through the blazing sun.
"Interesting, interesting! Again!!"
The black Divine Knight was becoming increasingly fired up. With his excited shouts, the surrounding air began to warp at a visible speed. If this had not been the Fūka created by Fang Zheng, but the real Semurian Continent, the heat alone would likely have burned everyone in the castle alive.
No wonder this guy had always complained that he could never fight to his heart's content. In