The pupils beneath Bayers's wolf helmet contracted slightly.
He had clearly blocked Terrence's attack, yet his left arm had been severed by his opponent's sword. He had sensed nothing throughout the entire process and did not even know how Terrence had done it.
Uncanny, unknown, powerful...
This was Bayers's first direct confrontation with Terrence since the latter had become a Saint. His opponent was no longer the former captain of the Lamp Protectors Squad, but one of the twelve bishops of the Blazing Sun Monastery!
Another "Terrence" stood to Bayers's left. The air around his light sword rippled and distorted, the heat vaporizing the blood with a sizzling hiss.
"Light is God's bird, the swiftest thing in the world. None can match it, nothing can compare."
Terrence spoke impassively.
"Give up, Bayers."
"Black Night!"
Bayers did not yield. With a furious shout, he raised the Black Sword in his hand.
A domain of utter darkness suddenly descended, swallowing them both in an instant.
The hemisphere shrouded in Black Night lasted less than a few dozen seconds.
A ray of sunlight pierced through the "black sphere," followed by a second, then a third... Like the first light of dawn breaking through the curtain of night, it gradually illuminated the entire dim world.
Boom!
Bayers was flung out in his battered black armor and slammed into the ground, blasting a huge crater into it.
Burns and sword wounds covered his body. His remaining hand gripped the Black Sword tightly. After struggling to his feet, he looked up at the white-robed man slowly approaching him.
"Bayers, you and I are no longer the same. Only through transformation can one become a myth... Even the most powerful supernatural human cannot compare to a mythical creature."
Terrence looked down coldly at the Black Knight, slightly