King's Awakening Chapter 795

Chapter 795: Chapter 795: Saint Meng Yi

“The Saint, Meng Yi!”

What a saint Meng Yi was, with such tremendous willpower.

White Mitchell sighed, then set his eyes on the life of the next saint.

White Mitchell was an orphan born in a Forbidden Land where no man has ever stepped foot. This Forbidden Land was known as the Ghost World, a place most people would dare not approach, for it was rumored to be a haunting ground for various terrifying ghosts and malevolent spirits. And being born in this Ghost World, White Mitchell had always been treated as an outsider since childhood.

Although White Mitchell appeared no different than an ordinary person, his heart was filled with strength and determination. He never backed down in the face of considerable adversity and prejudice; he rather pursued his dreams even more doggedly. His dream was to one day escape the Ghost World in search of a world where he genuinely belongs.

Since childhood, White Mitchell was captivated by tales of martial arts and Immortals. He often read legends about warriors and Immortals in hidden corners, daydreaming about transcending the mortal world to walk on the path to become an Immortal, a true hero.

However, within the Ghost World that White Mitchell inhabited, there were no opportunities to practice the art of becoming Immortal. He had to rely on his effort to survive. He fought regularly with ghosts, constantly honing his strength. In this dangerous environment, he trained incessantly, strengthening his mind and body.

As a youth, White Mitchell fortuitously encountered a mysterious elderly man who admired his determination and courage and decided to impart him with some ancient guides to becoming an Immortal. White Mitchell was overwhelmed with gratitude as he embarked on a lengthy and challenging path to cultivation.

White Mitchell discovered about the existence of a powerful being known as the Demon Lord of the Underworld. It was said that this Demon Lord possessed an unimaginably terrifying power and led the evil forces within the Ghost World. White Mitchell decided to challenge this Demon Lord to determine who was superior. This would not only protect his safety and that of his companions, but also prove his strength.

In preparation for this duel, White Mitchell continuously deepened his cultivation and relentlessly pushed his limits. He honed his martial arts, practiced spells, and even explored some forbidden secret techniques. In this process, his spirit became progressively stronger and perfectly integrated with his body.

The time of the duel finally came. At the entrance of the lair of the Demon Lord of the Underworld, White Mitchell and his companions gathered. The lair was filled with darkness and an evil aura, which gave shivers to the backbone. The voice of the Demon Lord echoed with contempt and arrogance, “Though you possess some power, you are mere ants before me; you don't even qualify to challenge me.”

White Mitchell's gaze was unyielding. He said, “No matter how powerful you are, I am determined to defeat you. For the sake of freedom, for my companions, I will not back down.” With these words, he charged towards the Demon Lord of the Underworld without hesitation.

The Demon Lord of the Underworld's expression fluctuated, revealing a trace of surprise beneath his seemingly detached gaze. He initially dismissed White Mitchell as a presumptuous nobody, but he did not expect such brave defiance from him, daring to charge directly at him. Nevertheless, the Demon Lord of the Underworld maintained his composure and quickly reacted.

He flickered his figure, and a shadow emerged that transformed into a colossal Magical Beast. The Beast was muscular and lean, with sharp claws, ferocious jaws that suggested overwhelming destructive power.

White Mitchell, however, did not flinch at the sight of the transformation. He sheathed his longsword, and with a flicker of his thought, a mysterious aura erupted from him, engulfing his body. A faint glow gradually emerged around him, shrouding him in a mist of illusion, rendering him elusive and hard to pin down.

White Mitchell clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and concentrated his body's energy instantaneously to its extreme. He dashed towards the Magical Beast like a lightning bolt, his fists unto the Beast's body like a thunderbolt.

The Magical Beast showed no fear of the impending doom. It opened its massive mouth, with its razor-sharp teeth lunged at White Mitchell. However, the moment its teeth touched White Mitchell's fist, a powerful force erupted, tearing the Beast's mouth apart.

White Mitchell continuously unleashed various techniques he had mastered, with each punch and kick full of power and speed. Everywhere his fist hit, there was an explosion in the air and twisting of space. The Magical Beast was also by no means defined. It rapidly transformed its form, sometimes into a trail of light and shadow, sometimes into a storm, attempting to evade and counterattack.

The intense battle unfolded deep within the lair of the Demon Lord of the Underworld. Darkness and light continuously clashed and interweaved. Each of White Mitchell's attacks was infused with resolve and faith, as though the power stored within him had no limits. Meanwhile, the Demon Lord of the Underworld was gradually feeling uneasy, for he did not expect such an ordinary-looking mortal to be on par with him and even slightly gaining the upper hand.

As time ticked away, the battle raged on fiercely. White Mitchell and the Demon Lord of the Underworld were covered in wounds, but their will to fight did not falter. They exerted all their strength, gearing up for their final strike.

White Mitchell mustered all his strength, clapped his hands together, and hurled them violently towards the Demon Lord of the Underworld. A giant beam of energy erupted from his hands, akin to an unceasingly surging star.

The Demon Lord of the Underworld sensed the sudden increase in White Mitchell's power, immediately changing his expression with haste. The dark power within his body formed a dense protective shield, enveloping him.

As White Mitchell's energy beam struck the Demon Lord of the Underworld's protective shield, a loud explosion ensued. Light filled the arena, and shockwaves rolled out, making it feel like the apocalypse had arrived.

White Mitchell was flung backward by the force, smashing heavily into the wall. Blood gushed from his mouth, his body was at its limit, and his strength gradually drained.

However, White Mitchell's eyes remained resolute. He knew this was not the time for him to retreat; he must give everything he had.

Clenching his teeth, White Mitchell struggled to his feet. He mobilized his True Qi within his body, piercing through his pain to regather his strength. Dense Qi Force radiated from him, forming layers of light-blue halos, gradually healing his wounds.

At the same time, the Demon Lord of the Underworld was not idle either. Sensing White Mitchell's determination, his body's magic power continuously surged. He stared at White Mitchell, his eyes flashing with an overwhelming darkness.

White Mitchell met his gaze, his eyes clear as day. He took a deep breath, silently reciting his family's beliefs, his loved ones' wishes, and his anger and hatred toward the Demon Lord of the Underworld.

Launching his attack again, White Mitchell unleashed greater power. His body radiated a dazzling white light, instantly turning into a white shadow, soaring into the sky. His speed was too fast for a bare eye, rapidly closing in on the Demon Lord of the Underworld.

The Demon Lord of the Underworld felt White Mitchell's momentum and quickened his response. His figure blurred, the dark power within him condensing into a giant black hand, reaching for White Mitchell.

As both powers met in mid-air, creating a thunderous explosion. White Mitchell's palms intertwined with the Demon Lord of the Underworld's black hand, creating a massive energy fluctuation that shocked the entire battlefield.

The surrounding air seemed to solidify, with endless energy colliding mid-air, producing a terrifying pressure. Onlookers retreated, unable to muster even a hint of breeze.

Under this energy fluctuation, White Mitchell's expression began to twist, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. He exerted all of his strength, yet remained incapable of resisting the Demon Lord's overwhelming dark power.

White Mitchell's body gradually succumbed, feeling the presence of the dark power, his body became increasingly heavy and immobile. However, he did not back off and showed no fear whatsoever.

“Give up, White Mitchell!” The Demon Lord of the Underworld sneered, “You no longer stand a chance.”

White Mitchell remained silent, clenching his teeth tightly. His eyes burned with resolve, and gleamed brightly. A stream of new energy flowed into his body, gradually increasing his strength.

At that moment, White Mitchell's body erupted into a burst of intense flame. His body soared up like a phoenix, his entire figure bathed in a field of dazzling flames.

The Demon Lord of the Underworld's dark power began to falter, melting under White Mitchell's flames. He felt a threat of annihilation, his eyes flashing a hint of fear.

White Mitchell's power grew stronger, his fists swinging, each punch bringing a hot wave of energy. Each collision made the battlefield tremble, and the air filled with a burnt, acrid smell.

The flame-wrapped White Mitchell, like a god in existence, his body slowly becoming transparent all the while emanating a formidable aura.

“Who… who are you!” The Demon Lord of the Underworld's eyes were filled with horror, he couldn't believe the scene before him.

White Mitchell did not reply, but with an even stronger force, he continued attacking the Demon Lord of the Underworld. The collision of flames and darkness created a breathtaking spectacle of light.

All were shaken by this formidable power. Whether friends or foes of White Mitchell, they could sense the mysterious aura radiating from him. He seemed to have transformed into a legendary hero, saving all beings from the darkness.

The Demon Lord of the Underworld felt the pressure from White Mitchell, knowing that he was in a grave situation. He no longer underestimated White Mitchell, channeling all his power of darkness, and being enveloped by an even more intense black cloud. The black cloud roiled, charging towards White Mitchell, attempting to engulf him in the abyss of darkness.

White Mitchell, unperturbed by the impending doom, his eyes filled with fearless power, clenched his fist lit with a layer of golden flames, and collided with the black cloud. A fiery explosion resounded, instantly igniting a tumultuous sea of flames.

Flames and darkness faced off, the scene was exceedingly fierce. The two forces neutralized each other, sparking blinding light. White Mitchell's body started to become more transparent, the flames grew increasingly intense, and his power was edging closer to its limit.

The Demon Lord of the Underworld felt despair, realizing his defeat was imminent. He decided to go for broke, pulling out his trump card. The power of darkness suddenly surged, forming into a massive Black Demon Hand lunging towards White Mitchell.

White Mitchell felt an unprecedented sense of danger impending. He understood that if this continues, he will have to face the most powerful blow in history. He clenched his teeth tightly, his body emanating a massive energy fluctuation, instantly unleashing a tremendous burst of power.

Flames instantly enveloped the entire battlefield, transforming into a colossal Flame Phoenix. Its wings spread wide, covering the battlefield with blistering flames. The eyes of the Phoenix shimmered with an unmatched force, seemingly beyond the realm of mortals.

The Black Demon Hand and the Phoenix collided, the air impregnated with the scent of scorching. The entire battlefield quickly crumbled, flames and darkness spreading wildly, creating an uncontrollable sea of fire.

In the intertwining of flames and darkness, energy fluctuations kept spreading, tearing the whole battlefield apart with its horrifying power. The showdown between White Mitchell and the Demon Lord of the Underworld had entered a heated stage, with both sides having exhausted all their power.

The Phoenix flapped its wings, creating a powerful fire vortex which repelled the dark forces. The Demon Lord of the Underworld, utilizing ancient secret techniques, released a beam of dark light, attempting to trap the Phoenix within.

But White Mitchell did not back down; he was resisting the invasion of darkness with strong conviction. His body was already pushing its limits, yet he continuously stimulated his body's potential, not allowing himself to fall.

Darkness clashed with the blazing flames again, creating an instant vast sea of black flames. In the flames, the Phoenix gave a mighty cry, carrying White Mitchell's resolute vow, charged towards the source of the dark forces.

The wings of the Phoenix burst into dazzling flames. Accompanied by piercing calls, it forced the dark forces into retreat. But the beam of dark light became ever stronger, nearly engulfing the whole battlefield within.

White Mitchell felt darkness ruthlessly invading his body; his vision was gradually blurring, his blood was boiling as if being scorched by the flames. Yet, he did not cease his battle; he was determined to defeat the Demon Lord of the Underworld once and for all.

The Phoenix's wings flapped more violently. Flames circled around White Mitchell, forming an unbreakable Wall of Flames, blocking the beam of dark light from the outside. White Mitchell firmly held onto his sword, radiating a blazing aura, combating against the Demon Lord of the Underworld's force of darkness.

The noises created by the clashing weapons echoed across the battlefield. Flames intertwined with darkness, creating a heart-stopping scene. The flames from the Phoenix enlightened the entire battlefield, giving people a glimmer of hope, while the Demon Lord of Underworld's dark forces persistently attacked the Phoenix, attempting to devour it.

White Mitchell's body was littered with injuries from the attacks of dark forces, yet he resisted stubbornly, shielding himself from the dark devourment with the determination in his sword. He concentrated all his power, creating a sharp Sword Qi, and pierced through the barrier of darkness. The battlefield momentarily lit up, eliciting marvel from the audience.

The Demon Lord of the Underworld felt a threat he had never felt before, he unleashed even more horrifying dark forces, trying to completely crush White Mitchell. A wall of darkness charged towards White Mitchell, remorselessly engulfing him.

The Phoenix felt the tenacity in White Mitchell's heart. It gave a mournful cry; the flames instantly expanded, obstructing the dark forces. The Phoenix, once again, soared high with unwavering belief, charging towards the Demon Lord of the Underworld.

White Mitchell made his final move- The Sword Qi condensed into a giant Flame Dragon, charging towards the Demon Lord of the Underworld. The Flame Dragon opened its massive mouth, roaring as it bit towards the Demon Lord of the Underworld.

The Demon Lord of the Underworld felt the threat to his life, letting out an enraged roar, his body radiating an immensely powerful Dark Energy. Darkness and flames collided violently, leading to a massive explosion.

The entire battlefield was instantly enveloped in flames and dark energy, with smoke filling the air and visibility becoming extremely blurred.

Amid the sound of explosions, White Mitchell felt as if his body was being pushed backward by a powerful force. He struggled to maintain his balance, as if he was being consumed by the power of darkness.

The Flame Dragon continued its unstoppable advance, but gradually it was being consumed by the dark energy. The flames of the phoenix were also gradually weakening, like a candle burning out.

“No!” White Mitchell yelled with all his strength, his eyes filled with endless determination.

He concentrated all his power on his sword, his entire aura formidable, emitting a sense of persistence. His sword once again emitted a fiery glow as a dazzling flame burst from the blade, spreading to White Mitchell's entire body.

“White Mitchell!” The crowd looked in awe at the scene before them, feeling the immense power radiating from White Mitchell. It was as if he was no longer a mortal at that moment, but had become a flame in the martial world.

White Mitchell straightened his chest, let out a roar, and slashed his sword towards the core of the darkness.

A hot sword light pierced through the darkness, shattering the dark energy with overwhelming force, as if tearing open a large mouth.

The extremely hot flame cut through the air, swiftly breaking down the dark energy and forming a bright pathway. The fire sword light burned everything, keeping the darkness at bay.

Following White Mitchell's sword momentum, the phoenix behind him transformed into a ball of flames and charged into the power of the darkness.

The wings of the phoenix flapped, burning with blazing flames, its power more terrifying. The phoenix opened its big mouth and spat out a fire dragon, echoing with the firesword light, forming a sea of fire. The flame and the darkness collided fiercely on the battlefield, creating a massive rumbling sound.

The power of darkness was cunning, but in the face of White Mitchell's flame, it appeared pale and powerless. The firesword light shattered the dark power time after time, while phoenix's flames melted the core of the darkness again and again.

For a moment, the confrontation between fire and darkness on the battlefield reached a fever pitch. Flame and darkness intertwined like two powerful forces wrestling with each other.

White Mitchell, the Fire Sword Warrior, wielded his flame sword, continuously cutting through the dark power, seemingly untiring. The dazzling flame illuminated the entire battlefield, his figure raising a brilliant light of flame in the darkness.

In the midst of the battle, his swordsmanship kept improving, showing incredible power amongst the flashes of the sword. He moved through the sea of fire, swinging his fire sword light, opposing the entire dark forces with his own strength.

And the crowd around him all had their thoughts and observations.

Gabriel, the leader of the Huashan Faction, his eyes revealed a touch of shock and delight, and his heart was filled with fighting spirit.

Audrey Ibsen also tightly grasped her fan, her eyes showing admiration. The once poor and defenseless kid was now showing courage that could contend with the world.

Graham couldn't believe his eyes, was that youth who was like a flame, his dreamed rival?

Both Alva, the head of the Cloud Dream Tower, Ryder, and all the other people in the World of Martial were shocked by the magnificent battlefield, no matter who they were.

However, the power of darkness was not to be underestimated. It was proficient in draining the energy of its opponents, ruthlessly devouring everything.

White Mitchell felt his mental power gradually declining, with severe exhaustion, as if the flame suddenly lost its burning power.

He knew that if things continued in this way, he would be unable to resist the darkness.

“No!” White Mitchell once again roared in grief and anger. He couldn't give up, he couldn't let darkness win!

He tried hard to elevate the flames of his sword to the limit again, his body was instantly ablaze, but he pledged viciously in his heart.

Wave after wave of the power of darkness hit him. White Mitchell resisted desperately, like a flame-edged knife, firmly stood against the darkness.

“Flame Sword Art, Secret Technique–Burn Heaven!” He yelled, gritting his teeth.

The light from the flame sword suddenly surged, resembling a hot sun, bursting forth dazzling radiance in the darkness.

The entire battlefield was illuminated by the light of the flames, darkness was instantly shattered, the Phoenix also broke free from the shackles of darkness and resumed flying.

The power unleashed by the secret technique Burn Heaven of the Flame Sword Art was extremely astonishing. The sword light was like a giant flame dragon, hurtling towards the core of dark forces with baring teeth and claws.

The collision of flames and darkness caused tremendously huge energy fluctuations, making the whole martial world feel shaken. White Mitchell felt his mental power reconverging on himself, and the fire released boundless heat again.

He gritted his teeth, motivated by will, the light from the flame sword once again increased, powerful and overwhelming like a god descending, the flames transformed into a celestial rainbow that tore through the dark sky.

The momentum of the sword was like the fire dragon, spiralling upwards, breaking through the defenses of the darkness, fiercely slashed onto the core of the darkness.

The dark core was pierced by the flames, emitting a mournful groan. Dark energy began to vibrate intensely, dancing chaotically like ignited black smoke.

The phoenix surveyed the battlefield from high above, its eyes flashing with an indomitable light. It spread its wings and glided, burning with the power of fire, looking stunning in its crimson plumage. Its eyes were bright, and its feathers shimmered like sparks, as if it were a deity from the heavenly realm.

“Darkness, your end has come!” The Phoenix gave out a sharp cry, a voice filled with endless authority and power.

The emergence of the Phoenix gave White Mitchell endless confidence and courage. He gripped the flame sword, his body surged with more intense flaming energy. He was like a god of flames, using the miraculous power of the Flame Sword Art to charge towards the dark core.

He cooperated tacitly with the Phoenix and launched an astonishing attack. The flames and Phoenix's wings intertwined, suppressing the dark forces to a single point.

The sword light danced amidst darkness, accompanied by a howling noise. White Mitchell's movement technique was versatile, each swing of the blade was accurately and cleverly angled, to maximize the use of swordsmanship.

The dark core grew even more frantic, the surrounding dark forces continuously gathered, trying to resist White Mitchell and the Phoenix's attack. The sword light and flames formed a defense line, surrounding the dark core.

Suddenly, the dark core erupted with a powerful energy fluctuation, engulfing everything around it into darkness. White Mitchell felt the flaming energy within his body vibrating intensely, and the phoenix was also bound by dark forces. Their attacks suddenly came to a halt.

White Mitchell was moved, and he stimulated the power deep within his heart. He firmly resisted the erosion of darkness and once again coalesced the light from the flame sword. He danced with his sword like the wind, the sword light swirling, tearing open the binds of darkness.

The Phoenix too felt the power of White Mitchell, its entire body erupted in even more dazzling flames. It fluttered its wings and soared high, gave out a clear Phoenix's call, the power of flames turned into a radiance, breaking through the oppression of darkness.

The Dark Core, sensing its impending danger, released the last of its power. A vast Dark Spell targeted at White Mitchell and the Phoenix, completely obstructed their path.

White Mitchell in response to the Dark Spell revealed a hint of a sneer. He feared no challenge, with the glow of the flame sword in his hand intensifying, as though it could burn all the Dark Power standing in its way.

The Phoenix was equally unyielding. It spread its wings, radiating a scorching brilliance, seamlessly cooperating with White Mitchell. Their intertwined forces formed a barrier that staved off the erosion of the Dark Spell.

The Dark Core roared furiously, ferociously charging to shatter the barrier. It unleashed an endless wave of Dark Energy forming an immense Black Dragon. The dragon's scales flickered with a terrifying aura as it leaped towards White Mitchell and the Phoenix.

White Mitchell shifted his form, swiftly charging towards the Black Dragon like a bolt of lightning. With a flick of his wrist, the blazing sword traced a beautiful arc, akin to a rainbow cleaving at the Black Dragon.

The Phoenix, sensing White's resolve, also threw itself at the Black Dragon. It spread its flaming wings, flames ablaze, immersing the Black Dragon in a sea of scorching fire.

Fire and Darkness interlaced, forming a fierce battlefield. The sea of fire engulfed the darkness, and sword light, like lightning, severed the Black Dragon. White Mitchell and the Phoenix became a beam of light, rapidly traversing the battlefield and shattering all threats of darkness.

On the battlefield, fire and darkness continually collided, emitting dazzling radiance. The powers of White Mitchell and the Phoenix complemented each other, in a harmonious synergy. They fearlessly fought against the Dark Core with unyielding determination, vowing to eradicate the evil completely.

The Dark Core grew increasingly rampant, letting out a sky-shattering roar. Its body, like a gigantic dark tower that blocked the sunlight, radiated infinite malevolent power. Chains of Dark Energy erupted from its body like sharp blades, brutally aiming for White Mitchell and the Phoenix.

White Mitchell, with a cool gaze, raised his flaming sword, radiating a tyrannical aura. He charged into the torrent of Dark Energy, shattering all of the Dark Core's attacks where the sword light reached.

The Phoenix, on the other hand, flapped its fiery wings, directing the flames laden with frenzied energy at the Dark Core. The flame's scorching temperature melted everything around, with the Dark Power unable to get even a step closer.

Collision after collision, streaks of firelight after another, the battlefield was filled with the aura of deathly silence. The Dark Core roared endlessly, attempting to destroy the resonance between White Mitchell and the Phoenix, but it remained unable to shatter their unyielding barrier.

White Mitchell and the Phoenix's battle spirit heightened, their powers growing continuously, gradually subduing the Dark Core. Their bodies fused into one, emanating an irresistible force from deep within.

Underneath the dark beast, the form of White Mitchell and the Phoenix seemed insignificant, yet their power intensified exponentially. They gathered the energy of flames and sunlight from the world, posing as the biggest threat to the Dark Core.

The Dark Core, sensing the threat to its life, reached the peak of its rage. It twisted its body, releasing the last remnants of its Dark Energy. This Dark Energy loomed obscurely, like a shadow, intending to devour all light.

White Mitchell and the Phoenix immediately sensed the horror of the darkness, knowing this was the Dark Core's final strike. Everything rested on their ability to withstand it.

White Mitchell's expression was solemn, tightly gripping the flaming sword, his body erupted with sky-reaching flames. The Phoenix also spread its fiery wings, its entire body seemingly transforming into fire.

The light-devoid darkness started rolling towards White Mitchell and the Phoenix, aiming to envelop them within. But White Mitchell's gaze remained steadfast, he contended against the Dark Core without an inkling of retreat.

“Flame, protect me!” White Mitchell shouted, and the flame sword burst out with even more potent energy. Flames bloomed around him, forming an incredibly sturdy shield that blocked the invasion of darkness.

The Phoenix, on the other hand, flapped its fiery wings to the extreme, and flames shot up into the sky. Burning its own life force, it infused all of its fire energy into White Mitchell's body.

Their power peaked at that moment, ripping through the sky. The boundless flames collided with the darkness in the air, causing an earth-shaking roar.

Huge energy fluctuations wreaked havoc on the battlefield, causing the whole ground to start trembling. The Dark Core was retaliating with all its might, mercilessly firing countless amounts of Dark Energy at White Mitchell and the Phoenix.

White Mitchell and the Phoenix withstood the tremendous pressure, gritting their teeth and hanging on. Their bodies were continuously burning with flames, with sparks flying around. The standoff between the flames and the darkness became even more intense, with the resulting explosions echoing like thunder which could deafen one's ears.

White Mitchell firmly gripped his Flame Sword, suddenly drove his feet into the ground and leaped into air, a ruthless glimmer flashed across his eyes. Suddenly, his Flame Sword erupted with boundless light, forming a Flame Tornado straight rushing towards the Dark Core.

The Flame Tornado roared, swallowing up everything in its surroundings. The Dark Core unleashed a deafening scream, but it couldn't escape from the flames' binding and could only let the power of the flames steal away its Dark Power.

Seeing this, the Phoenix also initiated the ultimate power of flames. It transformed into a colossal Flame Phoenix, its body exuding dazzling light, and then ruthlessly fell towards the Dark Core.

As the Flame Phoenix flapped its wings, the flames instantly soared, trapping the Dark Core within them. The Dark Core let out a wail, feeling the despair of life; its frame began to shrink, and the power of darkness gradually faded away.

Seeing the Dark Core's power weakening, White Mitchell and the Phoenix did not hesitate to launch their final attack. White Mitchell raised the Flame Sword high and then fiercely swung it down. A hot Flame blade glow thrust into the sky, slicing through the Dark Core's body.

The Phoenix also charged towards the Dark Core with the fastest speed, plunged from the sky, and its entire body transformed into a Fireball.

Like a falling meteor, the Fireball violently collided with the Dark Core. A loud explosion sound shook the heavens and earth; the Dark Energy dispersed in all directions, scorching everything around it.

The Dark Core let out an endless scream of terror; it felt the approach of death. Its body rapidly transformed into a mass of Dark Energy, trying to flee the battlefield. But White Mitchell and the Phoenix had already anticipated its intention and launched their pursuit.

White Mitchell turned into a streak of light, chasing after that mass of Dark Energy. His speed was so fast that it dazzled the eyes; within mere moments, he had reached in front of the Dark Energy.

The Flame Sword in White Mitchell's hand burned even more intensely; the flame light was like a blade piercing the darkness. He aimed at the center of the Dark Energy, and the Flame Sword in his hand swiftly plunged inside, trapping the Dark Energy and stopping its escape.

At the same time, the Phoenix spread its blazing wings, relying on its flying speed, it quickly blocked the Dark Energy's retreat route. The Flame Phoenix dived towards the Dark Energy, its entire body gushing out even more intense flames, forming a flame cage that firmly encased the Dark Energy.

The Dark Core took on a humanoid form; it was already shattered and its body turgescent with a pale glow. The Dark Energy was continuously trying to break out, attempting to reorganize itself, but was tightly guarded by White Mitchell and the Phoenix, not getting a shred of opportunity.

White Mitchell stabilized his figure, his expression cold and his gaze harsh as he stared at the Dark Core. He knew that at this moment, only by destroying the Dark Core could the Dark Power be completely eradicated from this world.

The eyes of the Phoenix shone with a determined light, the flames around its body burning fervently. It let out a loud cry, then furiously flapped its wings. A powerful flame energy gushed out from its body, turning into a Giant Flame Sword.

A firm smile appeared on White Mitchell's cold face; he tightly held the Flame Sword, echoing with the Phoenix's Giant Flame Sword. The two collided with each other, intertwining a tremendously strong flame light.

The flames exploded with dazzling light, forming a Wall of Flames that enveloped White Mitchell and the Phoenix. This was their ultimate power and the final death blow to the Dark Core.

White Mitchell and the Phoenix gritted their teeth at the same time, channeling all their strength into the Flame Sword and the Giant Flame Sword. They let out a low growl and mercilessly drove the weapons in their hands forward.

Both the Flame Sword and Giant Flame Sword pierced through the Dark Core's body, splattering countless pieces of darkness. The Dark Energy poured into the air, causing intense energy fluctuations; the entire battlefield fell into chaos.

However, in this chaos, a ray of light suddenly burst from the body of the Dark Core. This was an intense pure light; it instantly penetrated the Wall of Flames, sweeping towards White Mitchell and the Phoenix.

White Mitchell and the Phoenix's bodies vigorously shook as they were both repelled by the burst of light, forcing them to stagger backward.

They were startled to discover that the previously weak Dark Core had somehow gained new strength. With the spreading of the light, the body of the Dark Core began to coalesce once more, continuously gaining new power and becoming increasingly potent.

White Mitchell and the Phoenix, as they faced the resurgence of the Dark Core, their expressions became grave. They realized this Dark Core might not be as easy to defeat as they had previously imagined.

The Dark Core reverted to its humanoid form, its body entwined with Dark Energy, forming a shield of darkness. Its eyes turned even more ruthless, seemingly intending to entirely engulf White Mitchell and the Phoenix.

Anxiety welled up in White Mitchell's heart. He knew that time was of the essence and that he must swiftly identify the Dark Core's weakness. He quietly observed the Dark Core, attempting to find any exploitable weaknesses.

Suddenly, White Mitchell noticed a tiny crack on the Dark Core where the Dark Energy seemed somewhat thinner. He understood this could be an opportunity. As long as he found the right method, he could defeat the Dark Core.

The Phoenix also perceived White Mitchell's discovery. Its eyes fixed on the Dark Core, its wings flapped furiously once again. Harnessing its strength, a massive firestorm emerged, engulfing the Dark Core.

As the firestorm raged, the Dark Core was encased in flames, emitting ear-piercing shrieks. It tried to resist the onslaught, but the power of the flames grew stronger, confining the Dark Core gradually.

Upon seeing this, White Mitchell instantly employed his unique swordsmanship. His movements were agile and flexible as he swung his longsword, creating streaks of lightning-like Sword Qi. Like lightning, the Sword Qi hacked towards the Dark Core, aiming to devastate it completely.

The Phoenix was not to be outdone. As a Fire Elemental Beast, it could freely manipulate the power of the flame. It dived from the sky, its body transforming into a giant fireball, furiously crashed towards the Dark Core. The fireball exploded, igniting a blaze that turned the surrounding space red.

The Dark Core felt the menace from the flames and Sword Qi. It roared as the Dark Energy around it surged even more violently. It stretched out its hand, releasing a strong Dark Energy fluctuation that dispelled both the flames and the Sword Qi.

White Mitchell and the Phoenix were pushed back a few steps, deeply experiencing the power of the Dark Core. This was a power struggle, but they could not easily concede. They were aware that only by defeating the Dark Core could they protect everything in this land.

White Mitchell calmed himself, understanding that he couldn't continue using conventional attacking methods, they needed to find the real weakness of the Dark Core. He focused on observing, trying to find a way to restrict the Dark Energy.

At this point, his gaze suddenly rested on a crack on the Dark Core. Like a black hole, this crack seemed to suck in everything around it. White Mitchell immediately realized this was the actual weakness of the Dark Core.

He quickly adjusted his tactics, employing a special swordsmanship he had practiced before. “Nine Heavens Sword Skill!” he shouted as awe-inspiring Sword Qi surged from his longsword.

The Sword Qi, like a streak of lightning, pierced through the Dark Core's armor and aimed directly at the crack. The Dark Core shrieked as its body began to fracture again, Dark Energy scattered in all directions.

Seeing this, the Phoenix also swiftly launched its attack. It flapped its wings, its feathers turning into blades, forming a massive array of flying daggers in the air, striking towards the Dark Core.

The Dark Core at the crack began to continuously emit sounds of rupture, the onslaught of the flames and Sword Qi pushing it to its limit. It struggled to reform itself but could no longer control its body.

Eventually, the Dark Core completely collapsed, disappearing within the mists of Dark Energy. White Mitchell and the Phoenix were victorious, but they both knew this was only the beginning of the battle.

The collapse of the Dark Core triggered a vast energy fluctuation, the scattered Dark Energy still posing a significant threat to the land and creatures. White Mitchell and the Phoenix had to keep fighting, protecting this land, and completely purging the Dark Energy.

Their battle was far from over, and more daunting tasks awaited them. White Mitchell and the Phoenix took a deep breath, preparing to face the challenges ahead. Only their efforts could bring a bright future to the creatures and the people.

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