As the saying goes, "A worthy opponent is a worthy general," and both Lancelot and the Lord of the Free City displayed great enthusiasm when facing strong opponents who could rival them and fight to a standstill.
A decisive battle, even death would be worthwhile.
Rumble!!
Dark elements surged forth, converging on the colossal spiral rapier in the hands of the Lord of the Free City, before he thrust it out from afar.
A gate to the soul appeared before Lancelot, bursting open with a deafening roar and unleashing a torrent of dark elemental energy.
' Extreme Sharpness!'
Tear it apart!!
As the golden spear swept across, a blue-gold spear beam spanning multiple dimensional layers sliced through the very center of the dark elemental flow, splitting it in two. Along with the Soul Gate, it was also Destruction and blasted open.
'The World of the Soul Arrives!'
An invisible wave of mental energy, imbued with Lancelot's immense willpower, spread out from him, encompassing the Lord of the Free City who had no time to dodge.
The Lord of the Free City paused, his mind reeling. Even with his immense soul strength, he was briefly trapped. This speaks volumes about Lancelot's current mental fortitude and willpower—it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they are super, super, doubled.
With a loud thud, a thundercloud beneath Lancelot's feet exploded, and he transformed into a bolt of lightning. After a few flashes, he appeared before the Lord of the Free City as if by teleportation, and his golden lightning spear slashed down from above.
Click! Click! Click!
Blood-streaked bones sprouted from the Void, shattering into dust to block Lancelot's attack.
"Court death!"
Lancelot whirled around, his majestic pupils shooting out two roaring lightning dragons that instantly killed the demonic body, Weilin, who was hiding in the distance.
However, although Demon Body Weilin died, he bought enough time for the Lord of the Free City.
Although his spiritual cultivation and willpower are not as good as Lancelot's, his soul strength is undeniable, and he can never be forever mired in depravity.
After regaining consciousness, the Lord of the Free City glanced at the drifting remains out of the corner of his eye, a trace of sorrow flashing across his expression. Demon Body Weilin was his most loyal subordinate, but today, he had fallen here.
"Don't worry, I will avenge you..."
A low murmur escaped his lips, accompanied by a gigantic, all-encompassing soul hand that appeared out of nowhere from the side, grabbing Lancelot and then exploding.
Boom!
Soul fire filled the air, remnants of his soul scattered, and a dizzy Lancelot was forced back. His soul body was shattered into pieces by this attack.
Such injuries, if inflicted on an ordinary Demigod, would either result in death or immediate loss of combat ability.
Lancelot, however, only felt dizzy; this was the effect of his powerful mental will.
Watching Lancelot manage to mount a counterattack even during his rapid retreat, the Lord of the Free City was utterly speechless. Was this guy invincible?
Previously, the soul's head had fallen off, but it reattached itself.
This time, my soul was shattered into pieces, but I mended it myself.
What the hell do you take the soul for?
Clothes? Can they be mended and patched up casually?
Faced with such an enemy, the Lord of the Free City had no better options than to continue building up damage in an attempt to wear down Lancelot.
Fortunately, he was a soul-based Demigod. If he were a melee or ranged elemental Mage, he would be truly helpless against Lancelot, this indestructible and unbreakable iron giant, and would only be able to wait for death in despair.
The reason the Lord of the Free City didn't lose his will to fight was simply because he could still injure Lancelot. As long as he could inflict damage, there was a chance of winning!
Every Demigod is an indomitable hero who would never give up because of a little setback or difficulty; otherwise, they would not have achieved such success.
Therefore, the Lord of the Free City gave Lancelot no time to react. With a wave of his hand, the soul vortex reappeared, and countless shrill, howling remnant souls condensed into soul bombs, raining down from the sky and bombarding Lancelot relentlessly.
Amidst thunder and lightning, Lancelot's body was completely transformed into lightning, becoming a living golden bolt of lightning, crisscrossing amidst the overwhelming soul bombs.
However, the reason it's called a "soul bomb" isn't just for show; this thing actually explodes!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The dense explosions rang out in unison, shaking the very soul and making Lancelot, who was already dizzy, even more disoriented.
Faced with the Lord of the Free City's indiscriminate and all-encompassing attacks, Lancelot had no good options. He could only maintain his fighting strength and basic mental clarity with his willpower while accumulating power, preparing to seize the opportunity to deliver a devastating blow to the Lord of the Free City.
He refused to believe that the latter could keep going forever!
And indeed, the torrential rain of bombs finally subsided after more than a minute of continuous bombing.
Although it was a barely perceptible change, reducing the number of bombs by less than five percent, Lancelot still managed to detect it.
Clang!
With a crisp slashing sound, accompanied by a soaring golden blade, it fiercely tore through the Berserk rain of soul bombs. A bolt of lightning ripped through everything and burst forth, thrusting a spear towards the Lord of the Free City.
Pfft!!
The Lord of the Free City, barely managing to parry with his spiral rapier, stared wide-eyed, his eyes trembling. His weapon had actually been pierced, fragments exploding and flying past his cheeks. The sharp edges even tore open half of his cloak, revealing his true face hidden beneath.
"Guta Star People?!"
The onlookers, including the Demigod, were stunned.
They truly never expected that the vicious and ruthless Lord of the Free City, the leader of the dark Mage group in the Elven Plane, and the Soul Star Pillar of the Ashes Organization, would actually be Guta Star People known throughout the world for his kindness and friendliness.
"Tsk, could it be a genetic mutation?" The cardinal of the Slaughter Divine Church crossed his arms and commented with great interest.
He did not connect his identity as the Lord of Lord of the Free City with the Guta Federation.
Every group has its bad apples; extremes beget their opposites. It's perfectly reasonable for the good-natured Guta Star People to produce an extreme example Lord of the Free City.
However, while some Demigod thought this way, Demigod who possessed secret information had shifty eyes, such as Balhak, the second elder of the Serpent Ring Family.
"Could it be, just as the clan leader suspected, that there's some unspeakable secret between the Ashes and the Guta Federation...?"