King's Awakening Chapter 804

Chapter 804: Chapter 804: Saint Jayce

“Saint, Jayce!”

White Mitchell's eyes widened slightly, divine light circulating within pupils, and the aura of his whole person was gradually becoming strong.

Is he about to breakthrough?

A slight joy filled White Mitchell, who had experienced so much in his life as a Saint and was finally waiting for the opportunity to breakthrough.

Furthermore, White Mitchell had a feeling that this breakthrough was unlike a normal breakthrough.

Today, he has so many techniques at his disposal.

Once he broke through, both his realm and power would likely experience a quantum leap.

However, although the chance for a breakthrough had arrived, he still needed to make the final push.

At this point, White Mitchell hesitated no more and quickly dove into the life experience of the next Saint.

Countless years had passed in the world, the past was hard to distinguish, it came hurriedly and left without a trace.

Among them, there was a person named White Mitchell. He was born poor but had exceptional talent.

White Mitchell had wandered the World of Martial for many years, seen countless sceneries,

and experienced myriad separations and reunions. He was thin and gaunt, his face was gaunt, yet he was full of ambition and determination to become a superior man.

White Mitchell was a descendant of an ancient tribe, known as the “Divine Race”, with unique bloodline and Immortal Techniques. Yet, due to various reasons, the number of the Divine Race progressively declined, leaving only himself remaining.

The village where White Mitchell lived was picturesque with clear waters and mountains, and the villagers led a peaceful and harmonious life. However, deep in his heart, White Mitchell was always in pursuit of higher realms. He aspired to master the Immortal Techniques of the Divine Race and transcend human limits.

One day, White Mitchell heard that there was a mysterious elder cultivating nearby, he excitedly decided to go and seek instruction. He journeyed through endless forests and trekked for days, finally arrived at an abandoned ancient temple.

The temple's door was already shattered, with weeds growing everywhere. White Mitchell carefully pushed open the door, only to find a desolate scene, the old stele was filled with the traces of time.

White Mitchell looked around, suddenly, he heard an ancient call in his ear: “White Mitchell, you have arrived.” White Mitchell immediately became alert. He drew the longsword from his waist, ready for any emergency.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the temple, it was the mysterious elder from the legends. His hair was white as snow, his eyes sparkled like lightning, radiating a heartbeat-fast aura.

“White Mitchell, your arrival is no coincidence.” The mysterious elder spoke slowly, his voice echoed as if coming from the horizon, refreshing to the ear.

“Who are you? How do you know my name?” White Mitchell's voice was hoarse and raspy, but his eyes revealed a hint of expectation.

The elder smiled and said, “I am your predecessor and also the one who saved your life. Your name has already spread all over the world, your talent is extraordinary, to say the least, you are a gem in the Divine Race.”

Upon hearing this, White Mitchell was moved. He finally found his place. He knelt on the ground, reverently said to the elder, “Please pass on the Immortal Techniques of the Divine Race to me and let me set foot on the path of cultivation.”

The mysterious elder gave a slight smile, took out an ancient book from his storage bag, and handed it over to White Mitchell. The cover of the book was inscribed with “Divine Dao Scripture”.

“This book records the bloodline inheritance and secret techniques of the Divine Race. You must study it thoroughly and not let down the hopes of the Divine Race,” the elder said in a voice full of profound meaning.

White Mitchell accepted the ancient book, his emotions surging. He understood that this was his first step into the Cultivation World. He decided to cultivate in this ancient temple, with unwavering determination.

Day by day, White Mitchell silently cultivated the spells from the Divine Dao Scripture. He practiced meditation, concocted herbal medicine, and worked hard. A powerful Immortal Qi started to surge within his body, gradually filling him with vitality.

Finally, one day, White Mitchell felt that he had broken through his cultivation bottleneck, reaching a new height. He knew that time had brought him this breakthrough.

From then on, White Mitchell's cultivation journey became increasingly smooth. He embarked on more and more cultivation paths, making many like-minded friends along the way. Together, they explored ancient relics, searching for legendary Immortal Artifacts and treasures.

Time passed like flowing water, and in the blink of an eye, decades had gone by. White Mitchell had reached his prime and had become a Grandmaster, known far and wide.

However, White Mitchell always maintained an ordinary heart. He never forgot his initial aspiration, always considering cultivation as a kind of practice, and an exploration of his inner heart.

One day, White Mitchell received an urgent mission. He learned that evil forces from the outside were threatening his erstwhile village. Without hesitation, he immediately set off, leading a group of disciples towards his hometown.

When White Mitchell returned to the village, he saw that the houses had been burned down and the fields trampled, with the villagers displaced and terrified.

Rage flared in White Mitchell's heart. He decided to avenge his fellow villagers. Leading his many disciples, he embarked on the road to the evil forces' stronghold.

Deep inside a cave, there lurked an evil force named the Blood Slaughter Sect. This sect took pleasure in killing and sought evil power. They used the innocent villagers' blood for their sacrificial ceremonies to the evil gods, hoping to gain greater power.

White Mitchell led his disciples into the cave, their paths criss-crossing as they dazzled with their Immortal Techniques. The disciples of the Blood Slaughter Sect were crushed by their power, thoroughly defeated.

“It's White Mitchell!” A middle-aged man shouted, “He's here! We cannot let him ruin our plans!”

“Catch him!” A group of disciples of the Blood Slaughter Sect behind the man charged forward, their eyes ferocious, weapons in hand.

White Mitchell gave a chilly smile, drew the longsword from his waist, and started to perform a sword dance. The sword gleamed, like lightning, like light, fending off the disciples of the Blood Slaughter Sect.

Seeing this, the man gritted his teeth and said, “White Mitchell, your time is up!”

White Mitchell gave a chilling smile, his heart calm, his eyes sparkling with determination: “I am of the Divine Race. You followers of evil, are simply ridiculous.”

He lifted his sword, and a huge sword shadow danced out, dazzlingly bright, instantly blanketing the entire cave.

The sword light pierced the skin of the disciples of the Blood Slaughter Sect, their pained moans echoing within the cave. The Blood Slaughter Sect's leader, the Blood Slaughter Daoist, appeared among the crowd, his gaze cold, his body emitting an evil aura.

“White Mitchell, how dare you disrupt our ritual, I will make you pay!” The Blood Slaughter Daoist muttered. In his hand, he held a bloody longsword, its blade seemingly smeared with fresh blood.

White Mitchell looked at the Blood Slaughter Daoist coldly, his inner anger blazing even more: “Blood Slaughter Daoist, your evil is intolerable. Today, I will surely eradicate you.”

The two faced each other, their momentum mountainous. The entire cave seemed unable to withstand their confrontation, beginning to tremble.

The Blood Slaughter Daoist launched his attack. His swordsmanship was unusually sharp, each strike imbued with evil power. White Mitchell didn't back down but instead advanced, wielding his powerful swordsmanship to counteract. His sword shone, transforming into a silver net blocking all of the Blood Slaughter Daoist's attacks.

However, the Blood Slaughter Daoist didn't give up. He displayed his evil skill, crimson rays pouring forth from his body, like a river of blood. As the Blood Slaughter Daoist's power increased, his blood sword vigorously sliced down, waves of continuous Sword Qi cutting up the entire cave, putting White Mitchell in a dire situation.

White Mitchell's body was covered in blood. Facing the Blood Slaughter Daoist's frenzied attack, he felt the breath of death drawing near.

“White Mitchell, did you think you could stop me? You so-called 'righteous man'!” The Blood Slaughter Daoist sneered, his voice filled with arrogance and triumph.

White Mitchell gritted his teeth, his body titling unsteadily as he transformed into a residual shadow and evaded the sword moves of Blood Slaughter Daoist. He tried to retrieve his breath, gather his Inner Strength, ready for a counterattack.

However, just as his body began to stabilize, Blood Slaughter Daoist pursued relentlessly. A streak of bloody light burst into the air, attacking White Mitchell's chest like a venomous serpent.

A tight knot formed in White Mitchell's heart. He forcibly suppressed his injury and swung his sword in defense. The clash of the swords produced a deafening boom.

The two fought like the wind, with swords flying all around, their killing intent filling the air. The sound of metal clashing and the shouts of their battle echoed throughout the entire cave.

White Mitchell felt that his body had reached its limit. Every sword strike drained his Inner Strength, leaving him feeling extremely fatigued. “No, I cannot stand still and await death!” he thought to himself.

At the critical moment, a figure thundered into the battlefield, fighting shoulder by shoulder with White Mitchell.

“Brother, leave it to me.” A mighty voice sounded, and a young man wearing red clothes appeared before everyone.

He held a fiery red longsword in his hand. The sword was ablaze with dazzling flames. Each swing brought with it a wave of scorching breath.

“It's you!” White Mitchell exclaimed with surprise and delight. The figure who abruptly intruded into the battlefield was his best friend, Fire Revered Sword Knight Alex.

Alex had a solemn face, his intensity was like a burning flame. He fearlessly charged toward the Blood Slaughter Daoist, joining forces with White Mitchell.

The sword moves were like a fiery streak flying through the sky, leaving a trail of dazzling sparks in the air. Alex's appearance gave White Mitchell new hope, and they began to gradually suppress the Blood Slaughter Daoist.

Blood Slaughter Daoist progressively sensed danger. He gritted his teeth and snarled, “You two ants, dare to snatch away my victory!”

His form began to look illusory. It seemed like the surrounding air was contorted and distorted by a demonic force.

“What! He is about to use an Evil Skill!” White Mitchell noticed Blood Slaughter Daoist's astonishing change, alert bells ringing in his heart.

Alex also observed the anomaly. He immediately stopped his sword moves and stared at the Blood Slaughter Daoist with full concentration.

Blood Slaughter Daoist raised his Blood Sword, fingers melding into the blade while chanting a spell. Above the Blood Sword, the bloody light grew even more fervid and the surrounding air seemed to ignite.

“This is bad! He is going to activate the Demonic Blood Skill!” A glimmer of sternness flashed across Alex's eyes.

White Mitchell clenched his longsword tightly, the Inner Strength within his body became even more aggressive. He decided to risk an all-out attack, as if Blood Slaughter Daoist executed the Demonic Blood Skill, the aftermath might be unthinkable.

“Alex, let's attack together!” shouted White Mitchell as he charged towards Blood Slaughter Daoist like a lightning bolt. Alex followed closely behind, both striking together.

Blood Slaughter Daoist chuckled coldly and swung his Blood Sword abruptly. In an instant, a wave of black fog burst out from the sword, filling the entire cave.

Amid the black fog, White Mitchell felt as though he had fallen into a mesmerizing world filled with a foul stench of blood. The form of Blood Slaughter Daoist appeared like countless terrifying creatures unleashing relentless assaults from all sides.

White Mitchell gritted his teeth and persevered, instinctively using his sword to protect himself at every moment. Relying on his exceptional swordsmanship and willpower, he gradually found a shred of clarity amidst the black fog.

He saw Alex swaying within the fog. A tight knot formed in White Mitchell's heart as he halted his sword move, charging towards Alex with the last of his strength.

“Alex! Get it together!” White Mitchell cried out in distress. He knew they would stand a chance against Blood Slaughter Daoist only if they united as one.

“White Mitchell… I… I'm fine!” Alex murmured, his steadfast gaze revealing his determination not to give up.

White Mitchell excitedly clenched Alex's hand, and together, they faced the monstrous demons that were attacking them. Their sword skills were as fierce as a storm, killing one demon after another. However, the demons seemed endless, their numbers continuously increasing.

The black fog gradually dispersed, and the figure of the Blood Slaughter Daoist reappeared. His sharp laughter echoed through the cave, “You flies might think you can kill me? How laughable!”

White Mitchell gritted his teeth, exerting all his strength again, and joined forces with Alex to confront the Blood Slaughter Daoist. The two coordinated perfectly, forming a net of swords, trapping the Blood Slaughter Daoist within.

The complexion of the Blood Slaughter Daoist changed. He felt the immense pressure. Concentrating all the power of evil techniques in his body, he launched his strongest attack.

A strong, blood-red aura concentrated in his hand, forming an incomparably large Blood Sword. The Blood Sword emitted a terrifying dark energy, looking like pure evil from hell.

“This attack will be enough to end you!” The Blood Slaughter Daoist let out a strange laugh as he swung out his Blood Sword.

A chill of fear struck White Mitchell and Alex, as they understood the power of this attack was undeniable. However, they didn't retreat, instead, they exchanged a determined look with each other.

“We face this together!” White Mitchell resolutely said, deciding to give everything they've got, going all out to resist the Blood Slaughter Daoist.

Their sword styles quickly became finer and more fierce, like sword lights filling up the sky, colliding with the Blood Sword. The sound of explosions, great noises, and metal clashing continuously echoed, causing chaos inside the cave.

White Mitchell and Alex's sword styles continuously flowed like an electric charge, their glowing swords gliding through the wind. Their clothes were torn, stained with blood, yet they did not stop their steps, instead, they resolutely started a fight to the death with the Blood Slaughter Daoist.

The Blood Sword constantly collided with the pair's sword styles, sparking sword qi that shot straight into the sky, distorting the surrounding air. The cave reverberated with the heart-wrenching sounds of the sword qi clashing with the Blood Sword, and the powerful impact shook the cave.

White Mitchell gritted his teeth, his determined gaze fixed on the Blood Slaughter Daoist. He silently warned himself that under no circumstances could he allow the Blood Slaughter Daoist to succeed, or the consequences would be unthinkable.

Alex also gathered an unmistakable fighting spirit, a sense of determination arising within him to avenge those innocent lives ravaged by the Blood Slaughter Daoist. He firmly gripped his sword, attacking without any hesitation.

Their sword styles became even more fierce, and their speed faster. The sword light was like electricity, relentlessly attacking the Blood Slaughter Daoist. Every attack carried their endless anger towards evil.

The expression of the Blood Slaughter Daoist turned fierce; his attacks began to waver. He initially believed it would be easy to take down two mortals, but he underestimated their strength and willpower.

“Dare to defy my power!” The Blood Slaughter Daoist roared. Dark energy surged out of him like a tide, forming a black-red shield around him.

White Mitchell and Alex cooperated, successively unleashing their final moves, trying to shatter the Blood Slaughter Daoist's shield. Their sword styles were extremely fierce, their sword lights glaring, and their momentum unstoppable. However, the shield remained undisturbed.

White Mitchell frowned. Their impressive sword styles appeared insignificant before the dark energy of the Blood Slaughter Daoist, as if they were casually swatting away a fly.

“Useless resistance!” The Blood Slaughter Daoist coldly laughed. His dark energy grew more potent.

The Blood Slaughter Daoist abruptly swung his hand, dark energy surged towards White Mitchell and Alex like a tide. The two repeatedly backtracked, struggling to resist the attack from the dark power.

White Mitchell let out a low voice, as swift as lightning and burst forth like a beam of white light, rushing straight up. The sword in his hand transformed into a light arc, slashing at the Blood Slaughter Daoist. The sword light cut through the darkness, stirred up a series of sharp waves of qi.

Simultaneously, Alex moved around the Blood Slaughter Daoist incessantly like a shadow. The sword in his hand was like a Spirit Snake, constantly dancing, enveloping the Blood Slaughter Daoist within, not giving him any chance to breathe.

“You mere mortals dare to stand against me!” The Blood Slaughter Daoist roared in anger. His dark energy surged crazily, compressing the surrounding space and so, appearing twisted. His shield also became harder, making it difficult for White Mitchell and Alex's attacks to break through.

“Strange, we have already launched our most potent attacks, why hasn't the Blood Slaughter Daoist's shield shattered yet?” White Mitchell wondered. However, he didn't lose heart; instead, it strengthened his fighting spirit.

“We must find a breakthrough!” Alex analyzed the situation with calmness. His eyes shone sharply.

White Mitchell and Alex began to attack more intensively, agilely navigating through the dark energy of the Blood Slaughter Daoist, attempting to find the weaknesses that could break through his shield. The Blood Sword continuously clashed with the Blood Slaughter Daoist's dark energy, igniting a shower of sparks.

Gradually, the swordplay of White Mitchell and Alex became sharper, and their speed escalated. Their eyes were filled with unspeakable killing intent, seeming to outline a series of bloody scenarios.

“I've finally found it!” A glimmer of excitement flashed through White Mitchell's eyes as his sword glowed suddenly and stabbed towards the left leg of the Blood Slaughter Daoist. This strike was filled with the power of destruction and so fast that it was hard to defend against.

The Blood Slaughter Daoist sensed the danger and quickly evaded. However, his reaction was slightly slower, and White Mitchell's sword accurately hit his left leg.

The Blood Slaughter Daoist roared in pain, his dark energy surged wildly, his left leg instantly rotted into a piece of blackened flesh.

Seeing this, Alex seized the opportunity. His sword glowed, striking the right shoulder of the Blood Slaughter Daoist. Blood splattered, the Blood Slaughter Daoist's right shoulder soaked in fresh blood, the piercing pain spread over his body.

White Mitchell and Alex took advantage of the split moment when the Blood Slaughter Daoist was in unbearable pain and launched another attack. Their sword moves were incredibly fierce, their offensive was like a rainbow, and their unprecedented powerful sword qi stormed the body of the Blood Slaughter Daoist.

The Blood Slaughter Daoist felt the breath of death, as despair and fury intertwined. His body's dark energy exploded in an instant, transforming into a dark tornado. His dark energy ravaged, destroying the surrounding cave completely.

White Mitchell and Alex were wrapped in the tornado of dark energy, fighting with all their might to resist the onslaught of dark power. The Blood Slaughter Daoist broke into a maniacal laugh, thinking he had a sure win.

However, just when the Blood Slaughter Daoist was immersed in the ecstasy of victory, White Mitchell and Alex suddenly let out an angry roar. Their aura swelled fiercely, their swords radiating brilliantly, and their grand sword qi burst forth.

“Unsurpassed Sword!” The voices of White Mitchell and Alex thundered like a boom of the thunder, striking terror into hearts. Their body's energy exploded in an instant, forming an incredibly strong force. The black tornado in front of them disintegrated instantly, and the Blood Slaughter Daoist was sent flying by the tremendous impact.

The Blood Slaughter Daoist flew back dozens of steps and fell to the ground. He climbed up embarrassingly and glared maliciously at White Mitchell and Alex. Their sword qi was still rising, as if to tear the entire world apart.

“I won't be defeated by you just like this!” The Blood Slaughter Daoist gritted his teeth and decided to launch a final counterattack.

The Blood Slaughter Daoist's dark energy was concentrated, and the black light flickered. His Blood Sword turned into a shooting star, like a ferocious, venomous snake, speeding towards White Mitchell and Alex.

White Mitchell and Alex gathered their last strength to counter the Blood Slaughter Daoist's attack. Their figures intertwined, their swordplay was continuous, and momentarily the cave shone brightly, with sword qi flying all around.

With the sword in his hand, White Mitchell's sword light shone, and his swordsmanship reached an unparalleled state. His sword moves were unpredictable, and each strike contained the power to destroy everything. He transformed into a streak of light, like a bolt of lightning traversing in the darkness, each time he struck, it brought about a piercing whistling sound.

Alex was known for his speed, his swordplay swift like a phantom. The shadow of his sword danced intertwining as if transforming into a spirit snake, then into a fierce beast. His attacks were ferocious, making them elusive.

The Blood Slaughter Daoist felt the power of White Mitchell and Alex's sword of destruction, but he did not flinch. He gritted his teeth, his heart surging with endless killing intent. He deeply understood that only by completely eliminating these ordinary men could he smoothly execute his plan.

The Blood Sword in the Blood Slaughter Daoist's hand was flickering, transforming into a giant blood vortex. This was his most powerful move, the Blood Vortex.

The Blood Vortex emitted terrifying dark energy. When the sword moves of White Mitchell and Alex struck the vortex, they were immediately devoured by the dark energy. The faces of White Mitchell and Alex fell, but they didn't intend to back down. They worked together to launch another attack.

They abandoned their defense and launched a full-scale attack. White Mitchell transformed into a Sword God; his sword qi was incredibly fierce, breaking through the bondage of the vortex. His sword was like lightning, releasing several consecutive strikes towards the Blood Slaughter Daoist.

Alex transformed into a Flame Sword God, his whole body was filled with a burning aura. His sword attacked the Blood Slaughter Daoist from all directions, the power of his sword was like the spreading flames, reducing everything around him into ashes.

The Blood Slaughter Daoist was in crisis. He was being suppressed by the attacks of White Mitchell and Alex, his dark energy began to dissipate. He retreated embarrassingly, constantly stepping back, but he no longer possessed the fierce momentum he had previously.

“Who are these two mortals? Why are they so strong?” The Blood Slaughter Daoist's heart was filled with fear and unwillingness, but he didn't intend to give up easily. He snorted coldly, his hands formed a seal, and yet again the dark energy surged.

Seeing this, a chill ran down the spine of White Mitchell and Alex. They knew this was the Blood Slaughter Daoist's final trump card. If they let him succeed, the consequences would be disastrous.

“White Mitchell, try to hold him off, I'll deal with his deadly maneuver!” Alex roared.

White Mitchell nodded, immediately adjusting his sword momentum. His teeth clenched, his eyes gleaming with a firm light, he dashed towards Blood Slaughter Daoist without hesitation.

Blood Slaughter Daoist sneered at White Mitchell. He knew that White Mitchell alone couldn't possibly fend off his ultimate move, but he didn't care. He believed this deadly move could completely defeat White Mitchell.

Under the impact of the dark energy, White Mitchell's figure gradually blurred. He felt the power from hell, but he didn't retreat. He struggled with the dark power with his resolution and will.

“You're all going to die!” Blood Slaughter Daoist laughed cruelly, his coup de grace was finally ready. He stood with his hands clasped, chanting continuously, dark energy gathering in his hands.

White Mitchell's gaze was firm, his sword gleamed, and his sword momentum became even more fierce. He was determined to defeat Blood Slaughter Daoist before his final move could be launched.

Blood Slaughter Daoist showed a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth. His deadly move was finally ready. The dark energy condensed into a huge dark blade. He raised the blade and swung it at White Mitchell.

White Mitchell dodged calmly and swung his sword. The brilliant sword light tore through darkness like a streak of lightning breaking through the night sky, aiming at Blood Slaughter Daoist.

White Mitchell's sword light and the Blood Slaughter Daoist's dark blade clashed in mid-air, causing a harsh metallic noise. Sword Qi and dark power interweaved, creating a powerful impact.

White Mitchell's full strength exploded, his sword danced like a dragon-snake, and the blade's shadow swept past, slicing the dark blade into fragments. Borrowing the power of the sword momentum, he sprang up, slashing at Blood Slaughter Daoist. The sword light instantly penetrated the dark defense and aimed directly at Blood Slaughter Daoist's chest.

However, Blood Slaughter Daoist was not as easy to defeat as imagined. He vanished instantly and reappeared behind White Mitchell. White Mitchell swiftly turned around, his sword pierced through, but it only cut through air, missing the target.

“Hahaha, mortal, your sword dance is too weak!” Blood Slaughter Daoist sneered. The blood-colored blade again condensed in his hands, slashing at White Mitchell.

White Mitchell's face fell, he had no time to retreat and could only resist the Blood Slaughter Daoist's attack head-on. His sword momentum changed again, the blade light shone, and it was as fierce as a storm.

Sword and blade clashed again, and a huge force surged up. White Mitchell felt the formidable strength of Blood Slaughter Daoist. It was too late to dodge, he had to resist with all his might.

White Mitchell overflowed with sword Qi, his teeth gritted, channeling all his strength, struggling to withstand Blood Slaughter Daoist's attack. Whether his muscles or his vital energy, White Mitchell trembled in severe pain. But he had made up his mind, even if he died here, he would do everything possible to protect his home.

Darkness and light were in a fierce clash at this moment, the moves of White Mitchell and Blood Slaughter Daoist interweaved together. The blade glow and the blood-colored blade danced wildly, filling the air with a strong smell of blood.

The pain that kept surging in White Mitchell's body made him feel exhausted, but he held on and was not backing down. His figure was getting more and more blurred, and the surrounding light seemed to be swallowed up. He had only one chance for life, that was to condense the sword force to the extreme and hit with full force.

With a loud explosion, White Mitchell's sword light condensed into a glorious pillar of light, like the power of the Heavenly God descended to the world. The emitted pressure almost made Blood Slaughter Daoist unable to resist, he was forced to retreat repeatedly.

White Mitchell seized the opportunity, sprang up again, and pierced Blood Slaughter Daoist's vital point with a sword. The sword point was like lightning piercing the darkness, unstoppable.

Blood Slaughter Daoist felt a surge of fear in his heart, sensing the breath of death. He gritted his teeth again and resisted with all his might. Dark energy swelled, forming a strong shield, blocking White Mitchell's deadly strike.

White Mitchell's sword shattered into pieces, scattering in the air. He felt his internal strength draining away, his body stilled as if it was about to freeze, unable to move.

Blood Slaughter Daoist took the opportunity to escape. He had not expected that White Mitchell could still launch such a powerful blow. He was scared and realized that he was back in danger.

“White Mitchell! Don't chase him anymore!” Seeing this, Alex, not caring about his own safety, rushed over.

Although White Mitchell was exhausted, his eyes still glowed with persistence. He knew he was unable to chase but refused to give up. Amid the echoing shouts of Alex, he turned to look at Alex.

“Alex, be careful!” White Mitchell warned loudly, his heart filled with concern.

Alex didn't turn back, he went full force pursuing the Blood Slaughter Daoist. He transformed into a blaze, swinging his sword like a burning flame.

Startled, the Blood Slaughter Daoist felt the power of fire within Alex. He concluded that this mortal's strength was not to be underestimated, coupled with his own significant consumption of Dark Energy, he continuously retreated.

Seizing this opportunity, Alex brandished his sword, flashing light as if it were a flame. In the dancing flames, he had the Blood Slaughter Daoist trapped. The Daoist continually defended, but couldn't stop the compelling flames, forcing him to tactically retreat.

At this moment, White Mitchell saw his chance. He gritted his teeth, laboriously advancing. Under Alex's encasement of flames, with the last bit of his remaining strength, he unleashed his final assault.

Alex saw White Mitchell's determination, but did not stop. Instead, he intensified the power of his flames. Facing the Blood Slaughter Daoist's resistance, he continually released fiercer attacks.

The seamless cooperation between White Mitchell and Alex left the Blood Slaughter Daoist virtually unable to counterattack. Flames and sword light interwove, shrouding the entire battlefield in a temperature-rising aura.

A creeping fear rose in the Blood Slaughter Daoist's heart as he dared not underestimate the power of these two mortals. He consolidated his Dark Power into a Dark Vortex, swallowing the flames and sword light.

But the darkness did not extinguish the flames and sword light, instead, it fueled their power. The raging fire flared, and the sword light flickered erratically, the two formidable forces regrouping.

White Mitchell and Alex roared in unison, “Combine attack! Flame Dragon Breaking the Sky!”

They transformed their bodies into flames and sword light, merging into one, forming a massive flame dragon. The flame dragon spat fire, its sword point flickering with a cold light, and fiercely attacked the Blood Slaughter Daoist.

The Blood Slaughter Daoist's expression changed, he rapidly cast a defensive spell, and a surge of dark qi solidified into a dark protective shield. It was enough to withstand the flame dragon's onslaught.

However, the tremendous power of the flame dragon terrified him. The fusion of flames and the sword light resulted in an unstoppable force. The dark protective shield was torn apart, and the flame dragon, unstoppable, struck the Blood Slaughter Daoist, sending him flying.

The Blood Slaughter Daoist hit the ground, screamed, and his black robe instantly burst into flames, billowing a heart-wrenching smell of charred flesh. A flash of ferocity and pain swept over his eyes, but he didn't give up.

Dark qi surged all over his body, black light solidified on his frame, forming a huge dark bone armor, tightly encased him. The bone armor emitted a cold chill, instigating a piercing coldness.

White Mitchell and Alex's brows furrowed subtly. They hadn't expected the Blood Slaughter Daoist to have such a significant final move. But they didn't get discouraged, they gathered their inner strength, ready to strike again.

The demonic Blood Slaughter Daoist stood up, the large dark bone armor on his body emanating a powerful murderous intent which was terrifying. A cold smile touched the corner of his mouth, revealing a ferocious expression.

“Do you have any more moves? Please do not hesitate to use them,” he said coldly, his voice filled with mockery. He planned to mercilessly crush his opponents, to completely prove his prowess.

White Mitchell and Alex exchanged a glance, their hearts communicated, and they cooperated tacitly to deal with the Blood Slaughter Daoist. Both of them instantaneously moved towards the left and right sides of the Daoist.

White Mitchell's longsword transformed into a crescent sword light, slicing through the void, heading for the Daoist's head. At the same time, Alex formed a seal with his hands, his body swift as lightning, discharging a Flame Dragon, trying to trap the Daoist in a sea of fire.

The Blood Slaughter Daoist's expression darkened. He ignored White Mitchell's attack, the dark demonic blade in his hand violently chopping downwards, easily shattering White Mitchell's sword light. His figure disappeared instantaneously before the Flame Dragon Alex had released.

The Flame Dragon roared and viciously clawed at an empty space, but only hit thin air. The Blood Slaughter Daoist had appeared behind Alex, his demonic blade shimmering with a cold light, tracing an arc, and chopping at Alex's neck.

Alex's eyes hardened, he swiftly turned around, his right palm slicing the air like a blade, chopping at the Daoist's arm. They crossed each other in the air, resonating in a clash of metal.

The Blood Slaughter Daoist sneered, he had a deep wound on his arm, blood trickled down his arm. He did not stumble, on the contrary, he launched even more ferocious attacks.

His figure instantly became ethereal, floating in the air while the surrounding dark qi grew thicker. Dark Energy consolidated into a series of blades, fiercely slashing at White Mitchell and Alex.

White Mitchell quickly maneuvered, dodged sine left to right, trying to evade the Dark Blades attacks. His sword transformed into ghosts, the sword light flashing, continuously drawing arcs, trying to shatter the Dark Blades.

Alex, however, showed no fear. The energy of his inner fire began to rapidly circulate, and as his palms danced, they emitted beams of fiery light, burning away the Dark Blades.

The Blood Slaughter Daoist gave a cold laugh. His dark attacks were unable to force White Mitchell and Alex to shrink back. Frowning slightly, he seemed to be growing impatient.

He performed a spell again, and the dark energy poured into his body. He swiftly expanded, transforming into a giant God of Darkness. Dark light flickered on his body, making him look like a demon in the dark night, making people shudder.

The Blood Slaughter Daoist spread his arms, and the Power of darkness enveloped him, forming an invisible force field. This force field seemed to be the realm of darkness, making everything around oppressive and dangerous.

White Mitchell and Alex felt an enormous pressure. They struggled to stand in the face of the God of Darkness, as if every movement required an immense exertion of strength.

The Blood Slaughter Daoist stared coldly at White Mitchell and Alex, the corner of his mouth curling into a sinister smile. “You have nowhere to retreat to, accept the darkness's destruction.”

No sooner had his words fallen, the surrounding Dark Force Field quickly condensed into a Black Cloud, engulfing White Mitchell and Alex. Flashes of lightning flickered within the Black Cloud, as if about to unleash a power that could annihilate everything.

A sense of crisis filled both White Mitchell's and Alex's hearts. They stood shoulder to shoulder, looked at each other, and nodded in determination.

“We swear on our lives, we will never back down!” White Mitchell said coldly.

“No matter how strong the darkness, we will fight until the last moment!” Alex said resolutely.

They both emitted dazzling lights, each demonstrating the ultimate technique, turning swords into light, fire into dragons, and began the ultimate showdown with the Dark Force Field.

The clash of the sword momentum with the Dark Force Field and the intertwining of the Fire Beast and the Black Cloud lightning created a thrilling and spectacular scene. The fierce battle had reached a fever pitch, with both sides all out and neither conceding defeat.

After a long period of battle, the two gradually felt their strength running out. White Mitchell's robe was tattered, and Alex's hair was in a mess. It seemed like the Dark Force Field was about to engulf them completely.

However, at the critical moment, White Mitchell and Alex emitted a powerful beam of light. They resolutely activated their last trump card.

White Mitchell's body instantly transformed into a meteor, moving so fast as to be difficult to catch. His eyes full of determination, he charged accurately towards the center of the Dark Force Field.

Alex, on the other hand, turned into a fierce Fire Beast. The beast roared and its entire body began to burn, the power of fire reaching its peak.

The meteor and Fire Beast collided with the Dark Force Field at the same time. An indescribable force erupted, illuminating this dark realm like a scorching sun.

The Dark Force Field wavered, the Black Cloud lightning quickly dissipated, and the Blood Slaughter Daoist was blown dozens of feet away by the powerful impact, falling heavily to the ground.

White Mitchell and Alex were panting heavily. They felt the joy of victory and also extreme fatigue. They knew they had won the battle but at a great cost.

The Blood Slaughter Daoist struggled to get up, his ferocious expression filled with resentment and anger. He had been defeated, but he had no regrets because he had proven his strength.

“You two are strong, I admit it,” the Blood Slaughter Daoist said through gritted teeth, “But that doesn't mean I'll surrender without a fight. I'll find a chance to take revenge.”

His voice gradually disappeared in the wind as he transformed into a shadow and quickly vanished into the distance.

White Mitchell and Alex stood shoulder to shoulder, watching the departure of the Blood Slaughter Daoist. They knew that this fight was just the beginning, there were many more challenges waiting for them on the road ahead.

However, they were not afraid, because they had already proven their strength and courage. They were willing to face anything, using their power to defend justice and peace.

Chapter end