The Flame Reaver Styxia, the " Ancient City of Dragonbone," stands silently atop the ruins of the Clock Tower Square, like a sculpture frozen in eternal night.
The shadow beneath his hood silently locked onto the fading rainbow trail in the sky—the direction Xing had taken with Cipher as they fled.
There were no angry roars, no resentful pursuit, only a bottomless silence, as if even the howling wind in the square was swallowed up by this silence.
A few seconds, like time frozen in time.
The Flame Reaver slightly raised his head, the shadow of his hood shifting towards the murky sky smeared with smoke and iridescent embers.
The movement carried a cold, knowing quality, as if it understood some kind of rule.
The next moment--
Sizzle--!!!
It wasn't the sacred flapping of " Eternity Preservation Wings" by a star, but rather the tearing sound of a skeleton forcefully piercing through flesh and the Bulwark of space.
A pair of enormous, ferocious, and ominously glowing white bone wings suddenly shot out from under his black robe without warning.
' Flame Reaver ' smiled; his comparison of " Eternity Wings of Preservation " couldn't be more perfect.
Since the star draws its power from the " Eye of Dawn and Dusk," he does the opposite and targets the "Sky" Titan, which is corrupted by the Black Tide!
The bone wings were twisted and jagged, vaguely resembling the sky-covering wings of "Sky" Aegle, but even more deathly still, like a murderous weapon peeled from an ancient dragon skeleton.
The grayish-white bone surface was covered with fine, scorch-like black cracks, and with each slight tremor, it shook off specks of ash and dust that seemed capable of swallowing light.
boom--!!!!
A terrifying, sound-barrier-breaking explosion, purely driven by violence, suddenly erupted.
The air was compressed to its limit in an instant, forming a visible, ring-shaped, pale shock wave.
The Flame Reaver's figure transformed into a streak of gray-white lightning that tore through the sky, so fast that even sound lagged behind his trajectory.
Wherever it passed, it left behind only a spatial distortion that could not be repaired for a long time, exuding the aura of scorching and death, and scattered bone wing remnants like funeral ashes.
The entire process was... deadly silent.
" Dome Stronghold," the Eye of Dawn and Dusk, atop the massive ruins of "Sky" Aegle.
The exhausted group had not yet fully recovered from the Miracle of Xing's departure and the lingering fear of Aegle's fall. Hyacine was trying to use the dim "Sky" Core Flame in her hand to heal Phainon and Dan Heng's wounds from the fierce battle.
March 7th cautiously surveyed the devastated battlefield, Mimi flew to her side, looking worried.
In an instant, the deathly silence was ripped apart!
Boom--!!!
A gray-white figure, carrying Destruction wind pressure and a chilling aura of death, slammed heavily into the center of the platform.
The shockwave hurled molten metal fragments and charred dust, sending the unsuspecting crowd staggering backward.
"Who?!"
Dan Heng shouted, and in the instant his pupils contracted, the Cloud-Piercing Spear, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, pierced straight at the attacker's back with a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air.
The penetrating will contained in the spear tip is enough to pierce through steel.
clang!
A soft sound, like a pebble being thrown into a deep pool.
The spear tip pierced the wide black robe with pinpoint accuracy, as if it had pierced the Nihility of eternal night!
Without sparks or resistance, the power contained within the gun was swallowed up silently, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.
Dan Heng felt a chilling backlash travel along the gun barrel, making his arm go numb!
Phainon's attack followed closely behind! The " Dawn's Advance " greatsword, with the power to split mountains and cleave peaks, slashed down towards the gray-white figure that had landed.
Wherever the sword passed, the air became scorching and distorted!
However, when " Dawn's Advance's" anger touched that black robe that seemed to be woven from solidified shadows, it was like a candle flame encountering an absolute vacuum, instantly and silently extinguished.
The sword blade struck down, causing only slight ripples in the black robe, as if it had cut through a non-existent phantom.
Phainon's full-force strike, powerful enough to split a giant rock, failed to sever even a single fiber of cloth.
The immense recoil caused him to stagger backward, his eyes filled with disbelief and horror.
March 7th reacted swiftly, instantly filling the ice bow to its full extent. Several azure arrows, imbued with extreme cold power, shot out, precisely targeting the Flame Reaver's feet, attempting to freeze his movements.
When the arrow was still half a foot away from the black robe, the ice crystals on the arrow began to crack and pop under the strain.
Immediately, the ice arrow was crushed as if by an invisible dark hand, instantly disintegrating into wisps of pale, cold air that vanished without a trace, impossible to even touch!
The Flame Reaver didn't even glance back at the people attacking him.
His pair of jagged, grayish-white bone wings slowly folded, and the ashes scattered at their edges spread across a small, desolate area on the platform.
The shadow beneath the hood, like the most precise probe, instantly pierced through the chaotic battlefield, firmly locking onto Feng Jin, who was pale with shock and instinctively protecting Hyacine "Sky" Core Flame against her chest at the back of the crowd!
That pure, iridescent aura, originating from the very essence of the heavenly authority, ignited the most greedy flame beneath the shadow of his hood, like the only burning lighthouse in the darkness.
Ignoring all the attacks, the Flame Reaver took a deathly, silent step toward Hyacine.
However, at that very moment!
Buzz...!
A faint, yet strangely resonant hum came from the edge of the charred metal wreckage not far away. It was the mimicry baseball bat left behind by Xing.
It lay there quietly, its surface covered with dust and the almost imperceptible marks of " Eternity " left by stars.
At this moment, the mark, as if activated by a deadly threat, was flashing with an extremely faint yet unusually persistent iridescent light, emitting an indomitable tremor.
The faint buzzing sound exploded in Phainon's mind like a thunderclap. He turned his head sharply, his gaze fixed on the inconspicuous baseball bat.
In a flash, Xing brandished it and clashed head-on with the Eye of Aegle's doomsday, the image of its stubbornly shining light appearing with unparalleled clarity.
"That's it!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Phainon unleashed a terrifying power beneath his feet that seemed disproportionate to his size.
Just as the Flame Reaver was about to take his second step, he charged forward, his right hand wielding the " Dawn's Advance " greatsword not as an attack, but as a full-body slam that crashed into the ground beside the Flame Reaver.
Phainon created a huge tremor and sent debris flying, attempting to distract it from its focus on locking onto Hyacine!
boom!
The instant the interference succeeded, Phainon's left hand shot out like lightning and grabbed the cold, finely crafted baseball bat!
Buzz--!!!
The moment Phainon clenched his fist, the baseball bat vibrated violently like never before.
Its form changes according to the owner's will and the crisis; the metal at both ends expands rapidly like liquid, while the middle section contracts and condenses.
The mimicry baseball bat transformed into a battle staff that flowed with a liquid amber luster throughout and was inlaid with wildly spinning rainbow ∞ symbols at both ends.
The bat shaft is no longer cold metal, but as if it has come to life, with a warm amber iridescent light surging within, radiating an unwavering " Eternity " will.
Your greed ends here!