The white-robed, blue-eyed magician raised an eyebrow, sensing the change in King of Chambord's aura. This was exactly what he wanted, and he began chanting a spell.
Amidst the obscure and strange chanting, fire elements coalesced, generating intense heat.
Ten magical arrows, each about the thickness of a thumb and a meter long, appeared before Domenech. Then, the ten arrows slowly converged and merged together, one by one, until finally, an arrow resembling a giant dragon spear appeared. Although it was condensed from Magic Power elements, it was as if it were solid, shimmering with a metallic luster and faintly shrouded in a layer of firelight.
Domenech's hand movements were extremely elegant, like a gentle breeze carrying the moon, as he pushed forward lightly.
call out!
The gentle movements and the ferocious shrieks created a strong visual and auditory contrast. The huge flaming arrow tore through the void, leaving a crimson afterimage in the air, and Sun Fei like lightning.
This strike set the air ablaze and caused the heavens and earth to tremble.
A terrifying gust of wind whipped up Sun Fei's thick black hair, causing his clothes to flutter wildly. It was as if a majestic mountain had collapsed and pressed down on him, making him feel as if his soul was about to be shattered.
However, he held his two swords crossed in front of his chest and did not move an inch.
Although he could easily dodge this terrifying, enormous flaming arrow if he had shifted even Banbu.
However, in that case, the arrow would accurately China the Necromancer Domenech behind His Majesty the King, who was currently attempting to ascend to the Great Sun-Rank Venerable position and was completely powerless to resist, defend, or Avoid.
Clang!
The two swords overlapped, and a clear, resounding sword chord echoed throughout the heavens and earth.
Sun Fei shouted, and a strange light flashed around his body.
In the next instant, the eighth-level elite helmet [ Sun Fei's Helm of Courage ] and the seventh-level green set [ Bul-Kathos' Soul Cage ] heavy armor appeared on his body. Under the backdrop of this armor full of metallic violent beauty and the magnificent helmet that was as beautiful as a work of art, the phantom totem of a Barbarian Warrior hundreds of meters tall gradually emerged behind Sun Fei, who stood on the steps of [ Throne of Chaotic Times ].
In that instant, His King's cloak billowed, resembling a blood-red shadow, his aura as deep as an abyss, giving one the illusion of being invincible and unapproachable.
boom!!!!!
Boom boom boom boom!!!!
A silver light shimmered where the two swords overlapped in his hands, and a pair of enormous phantom swords appeared in a flash like a cross. At the critical moment, they blocked the huge, fiery, metallic arrow that resembled a streak of Mars. After a brief moment of silence, the imagined cataclysmic energy explosion rippled outwards in all seven directions: forward, left, right, up, and down.
Not from all directions.
Because Sun Fei used his own body to block the energy wave that should have exploded and reverberated backward.
Not a single wisp of fiery energy could pass through Sun Fei's body and dissipate towards the Necromancer behind him who was attempting to advance to the Great Sun-Rank Venerable.
Sun Fei used his own body to shield Hasselbaink from the danger and create a peaceful space. He absolutely could not allow any accidents to happen at this crucial moment. He did this not only because if he could hold out for a while, an absolute master of the Great Sun-Rank Venerable would appear in Chambord City, but also because Hasselbaink was his partner and his friend.
A hurricane raged between heaven and earth.
On his shoulder, the Little Raccoon's chubby, furry body was almost blown away by the strong wind.
The little guy clung tightly to Sun Fei's long hair by his ear, like a banner fluttering in the wind, but he held back from letting out a single scream. This intelligent little guy bit his lip so hard that he was afraid of making a sound and disturbing His King's will in the midst of battle.
A drop of blood fell with a soft thud onto the silvery-white Throne of Chaotic Times.
Having withstood a direct blow from a peerless powerhouse at the Great Sun-Rank Venerable, even a physique as strong as Barbarian's was inevitably injured.
Despite the protection of magical equipment from the Diablo World, Sun Fei's hands were still shattered, and blood seeped from the tiny cracks, forming beads that dripped down his steel gloves and sword blade.
"Good. Although I had consumed most of my Great Sun Class Origin Power and my strength had dropped significantly, you, King of Chambord, are still proud to have withstood my attack just now." Domenech looked Sun Fei up and down, a strange light flashing in his eyes.
Although he had anticipated that his opponent might survive his attack, he never expected to be able to withstand such a powerful blow, one that would shatter even a Mid-Stage Full Moon Class expert, with such minimal cost.
"Is that so? I've always been proud, but not because I withstood your attack. What other tricks do you have up your sleeve? Show them to me and see if you, a dignified Great Sun-Rank Venerable, can force me to take Banbu."
Sun Fei brandished his twin swords, his long hair cascading like a waterfall, his heroic figure imposing, his cloak fluttering in the wind, his eyes gleaming like black jade, his fighting spirit blazing, his entire being adjusted to its peak, to its optimal state, his spirit, will, physiology, breath, and strength.
The Barbarian's innate ability to grow stronger when facing stronger opponents was fully displayed in this instant.
The Barbarian Warrior phantom totem behind him, towering over a hundred meters tall, seemed to have quietly become a bit brighter and more vibrant.
"Alright, to be honest, I'm starting to admire you. Your performance even surpasses that of a young Yassin... I'm also curious to see how many more moves you can withstand from me."
Sensing the surging fighting spirit emanating from Sun Fei, Domenech's mind became increasingly calm.
In countless poems by bards, when a dragon is provoked by an ant or a dog, it feels furious and contemptuous. But if the one who provokes it is a fellow dragon of similar stature, the dragon will not feel insulted. Instead, it will carefully examine and respect its opponent and give it its all.
Domenech's drastically different transformation stemmed from this.
Now, he no longer sees Sun Fei as an ant or a mongrel, but as someone who can threaten his own kind.
"... The power of the gods' wrath, that heat strong enough to melt everything, the element of fire between heaven and earth, heed my Summon, let my hands feel your power, let our wrath shatter all evil that stands before us..."
Seemingly the murmurs of ancient gods, Domenech's chanting resounded throughout the heavens and earth. Within the strange rhythm, clear streams of fire elemental power began to converge at an astonishing speed, centered on him.
Gradually, the body of the chief royal mage of the Lyon Empire was submerged in a pillar of orange-yellow light.
Sun Fei had a bottle of purple [ Full Rejuvenation Potion ] in his mouth, and he also handed one to the Little Raccoon on his shoulder. This seemingly relaxed duo of man and beast both had solemn expressions at this moment, sensing the terrifying impending attack.
"Judgment from the Kingdom of God descends! [ Sword of Flame Judgment ]!!"
A majestic, calm shout, like that of a deity, emanated from the orange-yellow pillar of light. Emerging from it was a terrifyingly massive, thousand-meter-tall orange-yellow flaming sword, soaring into the sky. Layers of leaping flames and halos swirled around its blade, stealing all color from the world. The once clear sky, under the scorching One Sword, suddenly turned pitch black, like a dark abyss in the dead of night.
The power of One Sword strike is truly astounding.
The magical power has been developed to its extreme, and in terms of attack power, it is much stronger than that of martial artists by drawing on the power of heaven and earth.
The next instant, the flaming greatsword slashed down.
The orange-yellow flames shattered the sky, carrying an aura of world destruction.
With just a slight tilt of the sword, Sun Fei felt his body being pulled by an invisible force. The air became as sticky as glue, as if he were sinking into a swamp of mud, making movement extremely difficult. The surrounding space was locked, and no matter which direction you went, you couldn't dodge the Sword Peak's head-on strike.
The intense danger caused Sun Fei's pores to dilate, as if steel needles were piercing his skin.
"Is this the terror of Great Sun-Rank Venerable?"
At this moment, Sun Fei's strength, both in will and power, had been adjusted to its peak. Facing the overwhelming and almost irresistible force, he did not retreat but advanced. With a thought, he drove the [ Throne of Chaotic Times ] to actively meet the huge orange-flaming sword that stretched across the sky.
He had to avoid the Sword Peak and attack Domenech, who was wielding the flaming orange sword.
Attack the enemy, and they will surely defend.
This seems to be the best option when you're at a disadvantage.
Domenech was deep within the blade of a giant lightsaber, his facial features radiating orange light, displaying unparalleled power.
He ignored Sun Fei's response as if he hadn't seen half of it, showing no reaction whatsoever. He simply focused all his energy on controlling the Flaming Orange Light Sword, slowly tilting and slashing down.
The closer one gets, the more terrifying the aura emanating from the sword becomes.
Even a hundred meters away from the flaming orange sword, Sun Fei could already feel the terrifying killing intent and the scorching power of the flames stimulating every inch of his skin through [ Bul-Kathos' Soul Cage ]. His extremely tough skin under [ Barbarian Mode ] was like a riverbed that had been parched for a hundred years, about to crack and break apart.
Such power is simply beyond what Sun Fei's current Mid-Stage Half Moon Class strength can Resist.
Emperor Yassin was able to contend with Great Sun-Rank Venerable while only at the Moon Class realm; that was a miracle, something not everyone could do.
Time seemed to slow down, everything moved in slow motion.
With a resolute look in his eyes, Sun Fei held his twin swords across his chest, struggling to open the silver light shield and drive the [ Throne of Chaotic Times ] closer and closer to Domenech, who was surrounded by sword light.
This scene looked like a stubborn moth, recklessly throwing itself into a raging fire.
It seems that only flames and ashes await Sun Fei.
"What a pity, King of Chambord, you are a genius, but compared to Yassin, you are far inferior. Therefore, you are destined to perish here today." Domenech was surrounded by flames, his features radiating orange-yellow light. At this moment, he seemed inhuman, his voice becoming godlike, devoid of any human emotion, icy yet clear, like a mixed voice. "To stifle a genius is truly a helpless yet exhilarating thing! Sword of Flame Judgment, slash!!!"
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