However, this time, the situation was different from before.
The existence of the stars became the key to breaking the balance.
Her attacks might not be able to directly cripple the Flame Reaver, but the mimicry baseball bat, imbued with the power of " Eternity," struck the Shadow Straight Sword or the protective shadows surrounding the Flame Reaver with the same frigidity as branding ice with a hot iron.
The viscous darkness would boil violently, sizzling and burning, and then briefly stagnate.
This minute flaw was magnified infinitely under Phainon's relentless and relentless attacks.
' Flame Reaver '... Blake is holding off a mixed doubles attack from Phainon and Star; who knows how many fights he's been in these days.
But... for " Eternity," all sacrifices are worthwhile!
Bang
Xing slammed his staff into the spot where the Flame Reaver was attempting to teleport, causing the shadows to fluctuate violently.
boom
Phainon seized that one-ten-thousandth of a second of hesitation, and his heavy club, burning with golden flames, slammed solidly into the Flame Reaver's chest.
A muffled 'bone cracking' sound came from beneath the black robe, and the Flame Reaver was forced back several steps for the first time.
Clearly, the advantage is tilting towards Phainon and Xing.
The Flame Reaver steadied himself, the shadow beneath his hood churning violently.
He didn't look at Phainon; those dark vortexes that devoured light were completely locked onto Xing.
A cold, deathly voice, like a chilling wind sweeping from the deepest abyss, echoed in the Vortex of Genesis, carrying an indescribable question:
"Tell me..." the Flame Reaver's voice seemed to resonate directly within his soul, "You willingly become the blazing sun..."
The shadowy sword pointed at Phainon, its tip gathering darkness into a chilling point of light.
Even if it burns away everything in the world...?
He was asking Phainon, this rising, all-encompassing blazing sun, whether it was willing to pay the price of burning everything in order to illuminate the path ahead.
"What are you babbling about? Take this!"
The star gave the Flame Reaver no chance to catch her breath or shake its will; the power of " Eternity " was unleashed to its fullest extent within her.
For a fleeting moment, Xing seemed to transform into a star about to explode.
Ignoring the Flame Reaver's blade, she and Phainon poured all their power, all their anger, and all their unwavering will to protect Amphoreus into their respective weapons.
The mimicry bat changed at this moment, obeying the will of Xing and Phainon, transforming into a spear of judgment flowing with golden divine blood.
"It's time to end this!"
Like Prophecy at the dawn of creation, Phainon's voice resounded throughout the Vortex of Genesis.
He leaped high into the air, and the divine flames behind him gradually condensed into a pair of blazing wings that blotted out the sky.
"I will use your corpse--"
The " Dawn's Advance " longsword locked onto the Flame Reaver's core, its light compressed to the extreme, as if it were about to pierce through even time and space.
"--Ignite the Dawn!"
The moment the words left his mouth, Phainon vanished; to be precise, his speed surpassed the capabilities of the naked eye.
This strike encapsulated everything Phainon had!
It's not just about strength and will, but also about the final judgment on this 'executioner' who brings endless Destruction!
The Flame Reaver seemed to sense the impending final judgment; the shadows around him surged and compressed wildly, attempting to solidify the strongest defense.
The shadowy straight sword stood before him, transforming into a shield of despair that devoured everything.
However--
Too late!
That golden light of judgment, carrying the absolute will to ignite the dawn and incinerate all darkness, ignored the devouring of shadows.
Amidst the awe-inspiring gaze of Xing, and under the watchful eyes of countless celestial phantoms at the Vortex of Genesis, it pierced through the Shield of Despair with unparalleled precision.
Even the Shadow Straight Sword could not withstand this force and shattered upon impact.
Finally, the holy light pierced through the Flame Reaver's chest, hidden beneath his tattered black robes.
Pfft!
There was no earth-shattering explosion; time seemed to freeze at that moment.
The Flame Reaver's forward charge froze completely. He slowly lowered his head, looking at the spear that emanated from his chest, flowing with molten golden flames.
The shadows churning beneath the hood suddenly began to fluctuate chaotically, the two dark vortexes spinning wildly, enduring unimaginable pain.
Phainon's figure solidified at the end of the spear shaft, maintaining the posture of throwing and piercing, with divine flames burning fiercely and flickering around him.
He gasped for breath, his pupils fixed on the pierced shadow, awaiting the final annihilation of his nemesis.
However, at that very point of piercing wound, the shadow burned most intensely, as if it would incinerate the entire body in the next instant—
An overwhelming and unsettling feeling suddenly gripped Phainon's heart.
That feeling... isn't right!
It wasn't the piercing sensation of hitting a solid object, nor the Destruction feeling of unleashing power; it was more like piercing into Nihility, a container that had already been hollowed out.
The feedback from " Dawn's Advance " was an indescribable emptiness; all he had pierced with all his might was a shell that was already dead.
Just as Phainon was slightly startled by the strange sensation—
Click!
A faint yet incredibly clear cracking sound rang out, originating from the Flame Reaver's face mask, which appeared to be made of ancient, polished stone.
A hideous crack spread downwards from between the eyebrows, instantly covering the entire mask.
Immediately following, under the impact of the lingering, scorching divine power of the Spear of Judgment, the cracked mask, like a rock weathered over millions of years, silently crumbled and turned to dust.
This nameless swordsman, who came with the Black Tide and hunted the Titan's Core Flame, had a face like a statue beneath his mask, almost as broken as the Savior, like a dying piece of firewood.
A hollow echo came from the flames: all in vain.
The moment Phainon saw that face, his pupils contracted to their absolute limit, as if struck by the most violent starquake.
The golden flames flickered wildly in his eyes, almost going out.
That was a face... almost exactly like his!
The same outline, the same features, and even the divinity that may have once been present in those brows can still be vaguely discerned.
But that face had completely collapsed.
The skin had a deathly, stone-like grayish-white color, covered with a spiderweb-like network of cracks, like a broken piece of porcelain forcibly glued back together.
Deep within the crack, only shadowy matter flowed; the eyes were terrifyingly empty, devoid of any spirit, leaving only ashes-like stillness.
This is not a living face. It is clearly a piece of firewood that has long since burned out, barely maintaining its human form with only a last bit of will and strength.