Amphoreus, at the Dawncloud Cliff of the " Demigod Council," Ye Yan's figure appeared.
He walked to the ice crystal coffin. After summoning the last of the Black Tide creations, the leader of the " Purgers " fell into an eternal Dormancy. Her death was so peaceful it was infuriating.
Perhaps at the far End of the West Wind, there is a just Law that can judge the soul of this elder statesman.
"She deserved it." Silver Wolf chewed on a small, twisted candy and blew it away. "If you ask me, besides the Iron Tomb and Zandar, she's the worst villain in Amphoreus."
"That makes sense."
"The ' Purgers, ' for a goal that has remained unchanged for a thousand years, are willing to maintain their identity and Remembrance for millennia using forbidden techniques... Perhaps this is a kind of twisted tenacity taken to the extreme?"
Turning her gaze forward, in order to ensure that the defense line would not be breached by the Black Tide Creatures, March 7th continued to reinforce the ice wall. She could say whatever she wanted to her Six-Phased Ice!
Ye Yan smiled, his figure shifting from solid to ethereal, and he arrived beside the group who were heading towards the " Vortex of Genesis " with the Silver Wolf.
"Everyone, can we run a little faster? I have a... ominous feeling!" Mimi said anxiously.
Before the words were finished, a commanding voice came from behind them:
"Dusk... descends as promised..."
"Ha?"
The first to be stunned was Silver Wolf, who had been watching the spectacle. She looked up at the clear sky:
"Is this... right?"
Phainon crossed his arms. "Doppelgangers, illusions... they're all just tricks to hide in the shadows."
"The sky... has returned to its rightful place..."
"This world... must... be restarted..."
Mimi couldn't understand at all, "What... what is it saying?"
Is the destination you're searching for... also a "miracle of Creation "?
Phainon attempted to communicate with the " Flame Reaver " before him, "If that's the case, then you should be standing beside the Chrysos Heirs! Why are you obstructing us, ' Flame Reaver '?"
Phainon questioned, but the Flame Reaver kept repeating the same sentence:
"Dusk... descends as promised..."
"We must... restart..."
Mimi suggested, "Wow... let's just give up trying to communicate with him."
"Words are useless... then only the sword can express our resolve."
"We... will absolutely not fall here!"
A chilling sense of despair, more biting than the cold wind of Dawncloud Cliff, once again enveloped the final stretch of the road leading to the " Vortex of Genesis ".
Phainon's " Dawn's Advance " greatsword and Dan Heng's Cloud-Piercing Spear intertwined to form a dense defensive net in the dim light.
Their only adversary Flame Reaver.
The tattered black robe looked even more out of place under the rainbow light of the Dawn Machine, like a fragment cut from the eternal night itself.
His movements, though seemingly slow, possessed a breathtaking, precognitive precision.
Phainon's ferocious cudgel strikes, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, were always deflected at the simplest and most effortless angle by the straight sword flowing with viscous shadows just before they touched his black robe.
Dan Heng's spear technique was agile and unpredictable. His Spiritwater secret technique transformed into entwined water snakes, sharp ice spikes, and solid Bulwark, attempting to block, delay, and counterattack.
But the Flame Reaver was like a ghost without a physical form; those exquisite attacks either missed or were easily torn apart by the blade.
However, what is most despairing is the Flame Reaver's near-teleportation speed, which occurs without any warning or prelude of any energy fluctuations.
One second, the Flame Reaver was parrying Dan Heng's thrust head-on; the next second, that chilling pressure appeared like a cold blade, right next to Phainon's nape.
The deathly wind whipped up by the stark white bone wings nearly froze Phainon's blood.
If Dan Heng hadn't used the tip of his Cloud-Piercer Spear the ground, instantly unleashing a burst of Spiritwater that pushed him and Phainon backward, Phainon would likely have suffered severe injuries.
This illogical teleportation ability, which disregards spatial rules, is practically equivalent to having grasped the core authority of the " Passage " demigod " World-Splitting Gate ".
Each flash made their defensive line teeter on the brink of collapse, leaving them exhausted and their wounds rapidly multiplying, their physical and divine strength being consumed at an alarming rate.
"Damn it! How did he do that?!"
A flame of resentment burned in Phainon's pupils, and the light of his battle staff dimmed considerably due to the severe depletion of his power.
He glanced at the massive ice wall in the distance behind him. March 7th's petite figure darted back and forth beneath the wall, streams of icy blue cold water shooting out, repairing the cracks caused by the Black Tide monsters' frenzied attacks.
The rumble of the ice walls and the howls of monsters could be faintly heard; it was another battlefield, one that could not be lost either.
Mimi hid behind a relatively safe boulder. If she weren't lacking in fighting strength, she would have loved to rush up and help!
The little fairy's pupils reflected the figures of her two companions fighting a bloody battle, filled with helplessness.
This time, it really is just Phainon and Dan Heng.
The two stood back to back, breathing heavily, their clothes soaked with sweat mixed with blood.
The Flame Reaver stood silently a few meters in front of them, the shadow beneath his hood like an abyss, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, only pure killing intent. He
He slowly raised the Shadow Straight Sword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointing at Phainon's heart, the shadows writhing on the blade like living things.
A chilling sense of death instantly locked onto Phainon; he knew that the next attack would be unavoidable!
Dan Heng attempted to launch a preemptive attack, but the Flame Reaver casually waved his other hand, and a dark purple arc of light violently knocked Dan Heng and his spear back.
Just as the shadowy sword, imbued with the aura of the end, was about to pierce through—
boom
A dazzling amber meteor, tearing through the eternal darkness, descended from the sky like divine punishment, carrying unparalleled protective will and ferocious speed.
The target is the head of the Flame Reaver!
It's a star! The " Eternity Preservation Wings" on her back burst forth with unprecedented light, each feather flowing with a rotating ∞ symbol, pushing the speed to the limit!
After overcoming countless hardships, she arrived!