Chapter 1052 - 514: The Five Swords Gather

Chapter 1052: Chapter 514: The Five Swords Gather

The leader of the Cloudwalkers Guild sheathed the Wind of the End Sword in his belt, yet the sword instantly crumbled. He displayed an expression of shock, followed by regret, suggesting that the sword was much more useful to him than Bone-Deep Passion and Scorn.

As for the move he mentioned, it was the Law Enforcer. Everyone understood that without the sudden flame countering Fafnir’s domain at that time, it wouldn’t have been possible to smoothly slay Valarg.

"It’s because of that weapon," Elaphia said.

She could see the power transfer between Li Ang and the Apocalypse Divine Artifact, and because the Law Enforcer was strong enough, the transferred power was considerable. Although that slash was enough to severely wound Fafnir, he couldn’t withstand it.

Beside the cliff, several explosions and tremors reached the top of the giant stone pillar, shaking the stone bricks away until only the sand-and-stone ground trembled incessantly.

"That dragon still has strength left; it’s getting stronger, just injured and temporarily unable to ascend."

Liluliss descended from the sky, having just pursued directly, but it wasn’t enough to eliminate Fafnir on her own.

At over two meters tall now, she resembled a small giant, and her Destruction Stance, a demi-god, demi-dragon aura, deterred the Cloudwalkers from approaching.

No one here had seen this stance before; even when fighting Arunak together, Li Ang had never faced it up close and personal.

Everyone could sense Fafnir’s presence beneath the cliff. While the domain creation had slowed, it hadn’t been dismissed, and they still couldn’t release their own domain to counteract it.

There was an urgent need to recompose their positions.

The Blondie Douding frowned, looking around: "Where’s Diao?"

She knew the Ancient Witch Maiden possessed advanced Healing Spells, which were needed now.

Soon, Elaphia spotted the target—the brown-skinned young girl stood quietly at the very top of Throne Hill, beside the Dwarf Throne, overlooking everyone as if everything was irrelevant to her.

Elaphia squinted, moved her fingers, and pure magical liquid metal surfaced beneath the throne, flowing slowly.

Li Ang and the others felt a bit uneasy; given Diao’s active attitude, it was unlikely she’d just stand there watching.

The next moment, Li Ang, Elaphia, and A Xiang all recalled something simultaneously and rushed towards Throne Hill. Li Ang was temporarily struggling to walk, but Lily flew directly, grabbing him by the collar and lifting him up.

The ornate and towering throne back just managed to conceal the petite "Zerlase Calio." The bespectacled young girl was using blood-drenched fingertips to smear something on the throne back.

"What are you doing?!" A Xiang shouted first, raising his hand to conjure a wind mist to blow the girl away.

However, something under her wide robe seemed to move, dissipating A Xiang’s magical construction.

The youth paused, watching the girl continue drawing, oblivious to everything else. Her originally charming light blue eyes were now shrouded in blood-red, making her seem entirely unlike herself.

Upon closer inspection, the gathered crowd could see it was an unfamiliar magic array pattern, utilizing knowledge they never comprehended.

"Transcendent Treasure Vault?"

Li Ang paused—this was a crude method to employ the Transcendent Treasure Vault, and the Blood Magic Array’s goal was to incorporate the throne.

Suddenly, a violent vibration came from below, as Fafnir’s massive dragon head surged over the cliff edge with terrifying speed. Half of its body was scorched, oozing toxic blood yet temporarily sealed with mud, making part of it become an ooze. The Demon Dragon cared not about its form as long as the temporary body sufficed—what mattered was not its appearance.

The group prepared to defend, only to see Fafnir’s target was not the Sky Knights but the young girl beside the throne.

"Get away! How dare you touch my treasure?"

The Giant Dragon gathered force in its chest and abdomen, launching a ferocious white toxic flame directly at Sif.

The young girl neither dodged nor resisted, curling her lips into a bizarre smile, as if finishing the magic array would be worth being burned to ashes.

Moments before destruction, Li Ang suddenly stood before Sif, using Spiritual Force Field to exceed all expectations in relocating speed.

Everyone present was astonished, even the indifferent young girl glanced slightly his way.

Li Ang gripped the Orichalcum tightly; having acquired the Power of Dragon, his body resilience was exceedingly high. While the wounds from his recent exertion remained, he could now barely perform magic.

Regardless of what issues Sif faced or whether it was her own doing or had a hidden reason, she was still Viel’s daughter. Before accountability, Li Ang couldn’t bear to watch her burn.

He wasn’t reckless facing Fafnir’s attack; he was confident he could block it—this was the last Big Move he could use at the moment.

The Spiritual Forger’s legacy, the Apocalypse Divine Artifact, Demon Power, Arcane Construction Law... Among the harvests from the Land of Ten Thousand Spirits, there was actually one fundamentally decisive and powerful aspect he hadn’t utilized before.

New Secret Technique—Call of Ten Thousand Spirits.

Striking magic power fiercely outwards, anyone familiar with Li Ang would recognize this maneuver as the opening move of his former Secret Technique—the Tumult of Ten Thousand Spirits.

But the Spiritual Forger had long evolved, and the principles of the technique diverged greatly from simply using magic to disturb surrounding spirits.

The launched magic power vanished tracelessly, as if it never existed.

However, it had been genuinely delivered to an unfathomable realm unattainable by ordinary people, a third dimension of the world, the Spiritual Dimension.

There, the world’s past is consolidated, preserving memories of everything that transpired in Nebis.