Dimensional space, layer upon layer, chaotic and complex.
The spatial turbulence roared past, only to shatter and disintegrate upon impact with Lancelot's body.
Thunder roared and lightning crackled, the oppressive aura created by the combination of Haki and Electromagnetic Domain made the black Mage, including the Lord of the Free City, feel extremely heavy-hearted.
The giant dragon flapped its wings, its majestic and domineering dark gold vertical pupils sweeping maliciously over the tiny creatures around it, as if it possessed complete sentience.
Lancelot stood tall, holding a spear formed from Steel Feather Cloak and crackling with golden lightning, standing within a crown made of dragon horns, like a true king of the world.
As all the dark Mage entered the spatial interlayer, Lancelot lightly stomped his foot, and the sea of lightning swirling around him began to boil violently, instantly condensing into the golden lightning spear.
With a resounding hum, the spear vibrated, accompanied by a dragon's roar that shook the soul. Lancelot struck first, seizing the initiative.
Boom!
The unparalleled sharpness formed by lightning traversed the pitch-black dimensional interlayer, radiating brilliant light, its target being the Lord of the Free City standing beneath the Mage tower. Apart from this one, even the Demon Body Weilin was not taken seriously by Lancelot.
Even at the Epic Tier One, he could kill Demigod Blue Dragon, let alone now at the peak of his Epic. If he goes all out, Demon Body Weilin simply won't last long.
However, Lancelot's opinion does not mean that Demon Body Weilin thinks so.
This dark Mage, who had been suppressing his power under the orders of the Lord of the Free City since breaking through to Demigod status, was eager to show his strength. He knew he was no match for Lancelot, but he didn't think he would be crushed by the latter.
Click click click~
The Mage tower made of bones behind him suddenly collapsed, folded, and wriggled, eventually transforming into a thousand-meter-tall bone giant resembling a giant mech.
The Demon Body Weilin spread its arms and merged into the chest of the bone giant. Then, in a flash, it pounced towards Lancelot at incredible speed.
At the same time, the Lord of the Free City was preparing a powerful attack. A black scythe appeared atop the Mage tower above his head, emanating an aura that could sever souls and send shivers down one's spine.
The Demon Body Weilin's actions were clearly intended to buy time for the Lord of the Free City.
Moreover, more than a dozen other Epic- level black Mage also joined the battle, each commanding their own Mage towers. With the support of these Mage towers, their combat power was at the peak of the Peak Epic level, and some of them had even taken a step closer to becoming Demigod.
Therefore, the combined power of these people was extremely terrifying, instantly disrupting layers of space and attempting to interfere with Lancelot's ability to use teleportation to directly traverse a long distance and rush to the Lord of the Free City's side.
From the very beginning of the battle, the high-ranking officials of these City of Freedom demonstrated exceptional combat skills and teamwork.
If it were an ordinary Mid-Rank Demigod, facing such an attack, they would likely be repelled or even injured, and would have no chance of breaking through.
Lancelot, however, seemed completely unfazed. He rode on a thunder dragon, roaring past as he charged straight towards the encirclement formed by the dark Mage.
"Arrogant!"
Demon Body Weilin roared, and the other dark Mage' eyes also flashed with cold light, their anger surging.
Lancelot's utter disregard for them thoroughly enraged these high-ranking members of the City of Freedom.
' Fire of Sin!'
A pale, chilling flame suddenly shot up from the skeletal giant's body. This fire, formed from the condensation of the world's ultimate evil, was the core ability of the Demon Body Weilin. It could not only scorch the flesh but also incinerate the soul, making it extremely terrifying.
As the Fire of Sin burned, they devoured a vast amount of fire elements, turning them into fuel and making the already raging fire even more terrifying.
"Go to hell!"
Demon Body Weilin spoke coldly, his giant skeletal hand slamming down, flames filling the sky and enveloping Lancelot.
From behind, attacks from other dark Mage also arrived.
It is hundreds of meters in diameter, resembling a miniature sun.
It emitted a foul odor and was a dark green venom that could corrode mountains and rivers.
A malevolent curse of light...
In an instant, Lancelot seemed to be overwhelmed by various attacks, and the lightning Radiance surrounding him dimmed.
However, this scene lasted only a moment.
The next second, accompanied by a crisp piercing sound that resounded through the soul, a golden light suddenly pierced through all the Mist, broke through the skeletal hand, passed through Mage towers, and arrived fiercely in front of the Lord of the Free City.
Behind him were blank, lifeless faces.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
One explosion after another occurred in the dimensional rift, with blood and flesh flying everywhere and fragments scattering in all directions. In an instant, the Epic- level black Mage perished.
Some people died without ever seeing how that incredibly fast bolt of lightning suddenly appeared in front of them.
Demon Body Weilin knelt in the dark Void, with two large, transparent holes suddenly appearing in his right palm and chest, their edges crackling with electricity.
"No, impossible, it was just one move..."
Compared to the physical damage, the mental blow suffered by Demon Body Weilin was significantly more severe.
Lancelot, however, paid no attention to the already severely injured Demon Body Weilin; in his eyes, there was only the final boss, the Lord of the Free City.
'Dead Soul - Retribution!'
Seeing his opponent charging towards him, the Lord of the Free City's eyelids twitched, and he decisively launched an attack.
The speed of a soul attack is no slower than that of lightning, and may even be faster.
Because this power does not rely on physical rules, theoretically it can even be generated and arrived instantly.
The giant scythe arrived behind Lancelot almost before he could react.
A phantom of God of Death appeared, its tattered cloak hanging down, and its skeletal arm gripped the handle of a scythe, pulling it violently.
Sizzle!
The blade of Death God's Scythe sliced through Lancelot's neck, cleaving his soul in two.
"It worked?!"
The Lord of the Free City's eyes lit up as he gazed at Lancelot's severed head and soul, somewhat incredulous. Could it be that this Demigod's weakness was his soul?
However, the Lord of the Free City immediately overturned his guess, and his expression became serious.
' Immortal Body!'
Unquenchable flames rose beneath the Infinity Scale Armor, and a scorching light of the mind swept over the decapitated soul, forcibly reattaching its head through powerful mental strength.
This completely stunned the Lord of the Free City Lord of the Free City. To be honest, he had seen many people who could withstand his attack, but this was the first time he had ever seen someone whose head had been severed and then put back on by him.
"Hey, luckily I was prepared!"
Lancelot was secretly relieved; his caution had indeed been the right thing to do.
Various talents and secret techniques that were directly maximized or even Limit Breaking to enhance Lancelot's mental and willpower, allowing him to achieve terrifying mental cultivation and willpower, even though his soul strength was still inferior to that of an ordinary Demigod.
Relying on these abilities, even if his soul was severely damaged, he could continue fighting without being affected.
What will happen after the war?
As long as there's still breath in the air, how can there be any fear of not recovering?