Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
On a relatively large isle in the middle of the lush Veleon Islands, a giant light shield of a hundred meters across was glimmering in the air. However, it was invisible to worldly eyes.
Within the shield, thousands of pale arms struggled frantically like a school of frightened sardines. Green rays radiating down the sky broke the wriggling arms into pus that seeped into the ground.
“Go to hell, cluster of a thousand arms!”
Thick clouds of smoke rose and spread in the air following a violent explosion. Following immediately, a large swarm of gigantic pale arms flew out like cobras toward the four persons.
“This is one hell of a fight!” Khadula thundered, his voice sounding not as kiddish as previously. He was ambushed and caged inside a massive light shield, unable to move his body. It had never crossed his mind that Redwin could be capable of pulling off such a feat. His arms were disintegrating. By right, as long as there was still an arm left, Khadula could still regrow his limbs despite the vast distance between him and Lin Sheng. But the range limitation sometimes worked like the Achilles heel to his ability.
“Finish him! He is weakening now!” Maham was draped in glittering green armor, firmly clenching a blackthorn in hand. As he stomped his foot on the ground, jade-green pearls that looked like stars in the sky instantly rose, emanating layers of a gauge-like halo as they spun and circled him.
“Roaring Battlestar!” He clutched the blackthorn with both hands, rays of green light bursting out from behind him and vanishing into the thorn in his hands.
“Go!” In a split second, the blackthorn went off from his hands with an earth-shattering boom.
As soon as Khadula’s pale face emerged from the thick smoke and took shape, the blackthorn hit him at high speed, instantly blowing a massive black hole in his face.
“No!” Khadula howled with his mouth wide open. A sea of pale arms gushed out from his mouth instantaneously, flooding every inch of land inside the light shield. The arms climbed and scraped on the surface like swarms of insects with razor-sharp nails. Their movement was lightning quick, and they were incredibly tough. These arms were entirely different animals than the previous ones.
As Maham was exhausted after using his killer move, he became slower in his reflexes. Unable to dodge in time, the rapidly approaching arms hit him head-on.
“Do you see that? Your ugly face!” Khadula laughed and roared. “Even Heaven has shown bias because of my beauty!” As Khadula laughed frenziedly, a blinding white light suddenly appeared on his brow. While the surroundings turned dark, the white light on Khadula’s forehead grew brighter and brighter.
“Go to hell! Arm of the Grim!”
A gigantic white arm with four fingers spreading open reached out from the glaring white light and grabbed Maham. Despite the slow movement, the sheer level of intimidating energy of the arm could stun its target, preventing the target from escaping. When invisible energy began to bind Maham like a chain, he was frozen in place, watching as the gigantic arm approached.
“No! I will not die here!” His eyes were wide open, bloodshot began to appear in the corner of his eyes because he had overstretched the surrounding tissues. Quickly, pieces of green chain emerged behind him and transformed into a faceless and deformed giant.
“Celestial Spirits!” Maham spread out his arms with difficulty, looking up the sky and roared. As the chain giant behind him murmured and dark electric arcs exploded in a burst, he reached out, meeting the white Arm of the Grim directly. A sparkling dark pearl that gleamed with a rainbow halo appeared on the palm of the giant, clashing with the Arm of the Grim. The air turned still at once, everything inside the light shield became static, as if an enormous pressure was keeping things from moving.
Following immediately, a fulgent light of different colors burst out from the point of collision in a spectacular explosion. Not able to pull away in time, the fire quickly engulfed Maham and Khadula. Shockwave blast the other two persons who maintained the light shield, sending them flying outward and hitting them unconscious.
Maham was thrown into the sea, creating a trench as deep as ten meters and as long as a hundred. Meanwhile, arms continued to flow up and into Khadula’s body, helping him resist the colored flames. But it was futile. The force of the explosion was at least twice that of his strength. The giant face of his crumbled soundlessly, his steely arms disintegrating and vanishing altogether. From ten meters in height, his face quickly collapsed, leaving behind a tiny, partial face floating in the air.
“My face!” Khadula wailed as an excruciating pain that he had never experienced before threw him into insanity again.
“My spotless face… you… you…. unforgivable!” Khadula scrambled to regenerate his face, but the wound just would not heal and close. He was floating in midair, roaring and wailing like hell as colored energy lingered in his wounds, burning his body, making him weaker and weaker. Now, Khadula could no longer maintain himself in the air, his face dropping slowly to the sea and sank to the bottom, splashing up tons of gravel and seawater.
“I—I will eat you alive!” Khadula shrilled, trying to grow some new arms to attack Maham, who was floating not far away. Just when some arms sprung up, it triggered a round of smaller explosions of colored fire, hurting him even more seriously.
Maham was floating in the sea, laughing as he saw the battered Khadula. “Let me end this.” He raised his mostly charred right arm with difficulty. A finger slowly glowed in green as he pointed toward Khadula.
“Finger Cannon!”
A ray of green light shot out from his finger, hitting Khadula on the forehead. Unfortunately, it barely scratched his skin and made some black smoke. His vastly weaker strength had not only failed, but Maham also spat a mouthful of blood and became even more vulnerable.
This time, Khadula burst into laughter as both of them had exhausted their last bit of energy. But they quietly scrambled to heal themselves, racing against each other to regain their strength.
“Victory is mine!” Maham looked determined. Pieces of translucent jade-green pearls surrounded him as he seemed like he was using dark energy to expedite the healing process. On the other hand, Khadula was silently drawing his strength together to put out the colored flames in his wounds. Considering their current conditions, even the most mediocre Transcendent could now finish them with the snap of a finger.
While the burning colored flames had significantly weakened Khadula’s strength, Maham’s remaining level of dark energy was much less than that of One Winger. The most crucial factor that would decide their fate was who would recover first.