Whoosh!
Spreading his Flame Wings, Qin Ran soared into the air on a scorching gust.
The clouds had already been scattered by the fierce battle.
Pure moonlight poured down like a waterfall, illuminating Qin Ran's demonized body and mingling with the crimson flames. Obscure, incomprehensible incantations echoed across the sea like a nocturne beneath the moon.
The waves rolled ceaselessly.
The battered warship drifted with the current.
Smoot surveyed everything, his gaze brimming with fighting spirit.
To deliver a fatal blow, he gathered Sanctuary Force in his hands. He would make this "interloper" understand that he would still be the final victor.
But a moment later, Smoot's expression changed.
The enormous, grotesque Cyclops appeared once again.
And he was more ferocious than ever.
Roar!
With a furious roar, red light instantly enveloped Smoot, even denser than before, eating away at his Sanctuary Force through some inexplicable means.
Watching the Aberrant Cyclops return from the dead, Smoot's expression turned utterly grim.
He realized that he still seemed to have underestimated the extent of Qin Ran's bloodline evolution.
From the Sanctuary's ancient texts, he knew full well that a demon bloodkin capable of using [Profane Words] could not have descended from an ordinary demon.
"Which greater demon did he descend from?"
Surrounded by the sinister red glow, Smoot could barely make out Qin Ran's figure through the layers of light.
Then he spoke, enunciating every word.
"You think this is enough to..."
Smoot had no intention of giving up simply because his power was being countered.
That was absolutely not how a Holy Knight behaved.
Nor would his pride allow it.
So he intended to unleash his full strength.
But before Smoot could finish speaking, the Holy Knight's already grim expression grew even uglier.
His face turned livid.
The crimson eye!
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