"Varied..."
[ Whale Tail ] watched as her right hand, which had been holding the fishbone, detached from her body and even drifted towards her face under the influence of the river's undercurrent.
He didn't even feel his attack!
It's as if my hand had been severed long ago, and only now has it been completely separated.
She wanted to launch another attack with her other hand, even if it wasn't an offensive move but a block.
At the same time, the disproportionately large fishtail of [ Whale Tail ] began to swing, unleashing a tremendous force that was enough to propel her directly into the air to find her two teammates.
This is how it should be.
The pure darkness that Amber Dragon had compressed from more than half a century of night was a perfect complement to York's strength.
If he himself had the ability to create such darkness, York would have already begun to savor his brothers and sisters in the darkness.
As for [ Whale Tail ]?
Her reaction was indeed quick, but not fast enough.
In a battle that lasts only a moment, a brief delay can be enough to turn the tide of the final victory or defeat.
None of [ Whale Tail's ] resistance efforts were successfully implemented:
She tried to parry and counterattack, only to see her arms being silently severed.
She tried to escape, but saw that her fishtail had already detached from her body and was moving.
She tried to call for help, but found herself completely enveloped in darkness.
The outside view completely disappeared, and Psionic Energy information could not be transmitted.
The viscous, shadowy substance seeped into every crevice of her bones, silently dismantling her body.
Like a wild beast falling into an asphalt lake, the more the [ Whale Tail ] struggles, the closer it gets to death.
She saw her arm bones shatter, her spine meticulously dissected vertebra by vertebra, and the drop of Rosalind's True Blood swallowed by darkness.
Until the shadows covered her two eye sockets, burrowing into them like a night watchman from an old time, quietly extinguishing the last wisp of candlelight.
One step behind leads to another.
Skeleton Alliance Councilor, [ Whale Tail ], dead.
The shadows vanished, but the darkness remained.
At the bottom of the slow-flowing river, a completely dismembered skeleton lay in the mud and sand, its bones clearly separated, except for...
A fish tail.
The withered tree root gently touched the skull's brow, then reluctantly withdrew into the ground.
Hmm.
In a moment of darkness, Sailesi suddenly felt as if he had been punched, and the tightness in his chest that only the living felt returned.
He didn't understand what this feeling was, so he immediately looked at the [ Divine Wings ] not far from him.
Sure enough, the pair of Psionic Energy flames representing life also flickered slightly, clearly indicating that they too were sensing this.
Before Sailesi could ask what was going on, he heard a furious roar from the Psionic Energy level, which made Sailesi dizzy.
In a daze, he caught a glimpse of information mixed in with the [ Divine Wings ]'s roar—
The Whale Tail is dead.
Looking at [ Divine Wings ] again, he saw that the skeletal councilor, who had always been so composed, had completely lost his mind.
The six-winged skeleton roared and then curled up into a ball.
The six wings almost brutally enveloped him from all directions, shaping him into a ball.
"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"
"Who did you kill?!"
Sailesi, who hates emotional teammates the most, couldn't help but ask a question directly at this moment.
"' Shadow,' kill ' Shadow '! Take back ' Whale Tail '!"
"But I can't find it now..."
Sailesi could understand [ Divine Wings's] anger, but in this level of darkness, was he really expected to endure the discomfort of being marked to find and kill the assassin?
Are you kidding me?
I'm already so lucky to be alive, okay?
Sailesi muttered to himself, but before he could even utter a word of rebuttal, he instinctively covered his eyes.
It's too bright! It's just too bright!
Entering the sphere of light state, [ Divine Wings ] is like a protagonist in a shonen manga who has sacrificed one or more of their brothers, teammates, driftwood, elders, teachers, white moonlight, sweetheart, summoned beast, or a part of themselves, entering a state of "bursting into power" in the general sense.
As one of the stronger individuals, Sailesi could understand this "setting".
After all, many powers have serious aftereffects after use. [ Divine Wings ] wasn't like this before, perhaps because there would be a severe price to pay after using this move.
But who cares about that now?
Sailesi has realized the biggest problem.
The real urgent issue isn't that the Whale Tail is dead, but that the Whale Tail has been stolen!
Just like in the battle of the Great Labyrinth City, it's okay if [ Giant Arms ] dies, but " Giant Arms " must be brought back to Sand Capital!
If we can bring the bones that embody the power of each generation of users back to the Sand Capital, then we can create a new councilor based on them!
If this skeleton is lost, the Skeleton Alliance will forever lose a councilor.
"Drink it!!!!"
The roar from the Psionic Energy realm resounded once more, and with the power of the [ Divine Wings ], a gap was indeed torn open in the darkness that shrouded the Demon Realm.
When darkness completely enveloped the battlefield, it was more like an imperceptible black mist; even if two people were only a few meters apart, they could no longer see the Psionic Energy flames in each other's eyes.
At this moment, under the burst of [ Divine Wings ], Sailesi actually managed to briefly see the battlefield clearly.
Even though the vast surrounding area remained pitch black, at least he could see the tangled hordes of corpses and skeletons below.
With just a glance, Sailesi, relying on his extraordinary perception, locked onto an even darker Shadow in the continuous expanse of darkness.
"There!"
He called out the timeline loudly, but suddenly realized that [ Divine Wings ] couldn't do anything right now.
Do you really want me to do it?
Sailesi gritted his teeth and, under the bright light, leaped down onto the battlefield below.
With both shadow and light present, he planned to challenge York to a duel.
"... five, four, three, two..."
Silently counting down the remaining time of darkness, Vanessa, the King of Domination of the Eternal Domain and the Grand Duke of " Usurpation and Domination," slowly rose from her throne.
She straightened her head with both hands and then severed the strands of flesh that had grown together with the throne.
Her skin swelled and deformed, then was quickly ruptured by the foreign object.
The flesh and blood gradually shrank back, revealing the shape of the foreign object.
It was a full set of standard-style, yet strangely decorated knight's plate armor, the carvings on it seemingly telling an epic tale of a hero's battle against a monster.
This exquisite piece, worthy of being displayed in a museum, was now fully adorning Vanessa, giving her not only the imposing majesty of a monarch but also the chilling killing intent of a warrior.
Meanwhile, the Immortal King on the other side of the throne had already torn open a spatial rift for her, leaving one last reminder just before Vanessa's figure disappeared:
"You only have five minutes. Kill one and leave. Don't meddle."
"I know."
Vanessa leaped into the darkness in the final second.
King of Domination, join the hunt!