King's Awakening Chapter 805

Chapter 805: Chapter 805: Saint Emiliano

“Saint, Emiliano!”

No, the power to breakthrough is still a bit short.

White Mitchell grits his teeth and holds on. Sweat, large as soybeans, is gushing down like a dam burst.

Then, without any hesitation, he bites the bullet and enters the life of the next Saint, continuing his search for the opportunity to breakthrough.

White Mitchell is a legendary figure in the martial world. His name resounds throughout the rivers and lakes, and whether it's the righteous path or the evil path, the assessment of him is highly praised.

His outward image is as immaculate as his name. He wears a crystal-clear white robe, standing tall and upright, just like a statue carved out of white jade. His face is handsome, his eyes and eyebrows are picturesque exuding a unique cold and proud temperament. His pair of eyes, clear and bright as the night sky, seem to have unraveled the mystery of the entire world.

White Mitchell's martial arts cultivation is also extremely high. He practices a very mysterious Immortal Skill. Only those who are outstanding can successfully cultivate this kind of Skill, which can make a person live forever and possess extraordinary power. And White Mitchell is the cream of the crop. He has invested a great deal of time and effort into cultivating the essence of Immortal Skill.

White Mitchell's Immortal Skill is known for being light and ethereal. His movement technique is as nimble as the wind, swift and fierce like a falcon. His moves are strange and unique, possessing both the extraordinary aspects of an Immortal and the domineering aura of a War God. Whether it's a master of the righteous path or an evil thug, none can withstand his offense. Even those veteran masters who have cultivated for many years can't stand more than a few moves against him.

White Mitchell's Immortal Skill is not only outstanding in martial arts cultivation. He also knows alchemy and artifact refining. His elixirs are wonderfully refined and can bring endless power to people; his weapon-making is perfectionism, every weapon is personally made by him. Whether it's swords or treasures, each is an unparalleled masterpiece.

However, White Mitchell is not a person who seeks to transcend the world. Although he has cultivated such profound Immortal Skills, he is not content. He is not a person who absurdly pursues power, but a chivalrous person who cares about the people in the world. His greatest wish is to fight for justice and protect those innocent people.

White Mitchell is chivalrous in the World of Martial, making friends with those righteous and honest people. Whether it's a deeply-rooted Sect fight or a rampage due to evil forces, he has challenged them one by one and brought victory. His name spread throughout the World of Martial, and people's admiration and worship for him surged like a tide.

However, just when he received the praise and cheers of the world, a sudden change broke his tranquil life.

A villain named Bloodthirsty Monarch suddenly appeared in the World of Martial. The Bloodthirsty Monarch is tall and mighty, with a gloomy and terrifying face. He exudes a wicked aura in every move. His evil forces wreak havoc everywhere, harming common people and framing the righteous persons. The peace and justice in the World of Martial gradually lost their essence.

Upon hearing this news, White Mitchell immediately decided to stop the arbitrary acts of the Bloodthirsty Monarch. He took the task of saving the world upon himself, determined to bring the Bloodthirsty Monarch to justice. He packed up his weapons and set out on his chivalrous journey with a serious countenance.

Outside the Capital City, on a field, White Mitchell and the Bloodthirsty Monarch finally met. The two stood in a patch of sand whirling with dust, their gaze meeting in a confrontation not just of identities but also of beliefs and strength.

“White Mitchell, I have long heard of your fame, let me experience your prowess today!” The Bloodthirsty Monarch roared, his voice like a roaring beast, chilling one's heart.

White Mitchell gave a faint smile, gently waving the long sword in his hand. The Sword Qi instantly spread from the blade. He looked determined and calmly said, “Bloodthirsty Monarch, your evil deeds have destroyed countless lives. Today, I will act on behalf of justice, to bring you to justice!”

As his voice fell, White Mitchell's figure instantly disappears from his place, leaving only a trace of faint wind. He uses his unique movement technique, moving around the Bloodthirsty Monarch like the wind, his sword light intertwine in the air like lightning, stabbing towards the body of the Bloodthirsty Monarch.

The Bloodthirsty Monarch was not afraid at all. He, too, possessed the Immortal Skill, with infinite Evil Power. With a sudden clap from his palm, the palm wind was ferocious, and the surrounding air seemed to solidify under the pressure. White Mitchell dodged, dancing gracefully, easily avoiding the Bloodthirsty Monarch's attack.

The figures of the two intersected, with sword light and palm wind interwoven into a magnificent picture. White Mitchell's swordsmanship was unparalleled, each sword piercing through the defence of the Bloodthirsty Monarch, aiming for his fatal spot. And the Bloodthirsty Monarch's palm technique was also extremely fierce, each palm carried the power of destruction, attempting to seriously damage White Mitchell.

The battle was extremely fierce, with White Mitchell moving gracefully, nimbly weaving through the palm wind of the Bloodthirsty Monarch. His moves were lethal, each sword filled with Immortal Qi, as if a god or devil had come to earth. Meanwhile, the Bloodthirsty Monarch resisted White Mitchell's attack. His body was covered with a layer of Demonic Qi shimmering red, significantly enhancing his defences.

Their bodies intertwined, engaging in a life-or-death battle as though on a fighting stage. White Mitchell had gone all out, each move he made signified his steadfast adherence to justice and unyielding will.

The colliding sound of sword lights and palm winds echoed constantly, resembling the sound of giant waves crashing onto the beach. The surrounding air twisted due to the intense atmospheric pressure, raising a yellow dust storm.

In this chaotic scene, White Mitchell's figure appeared and disappeared, like a beam of white light darting around the Bloodthirsty Monarch. His sword momentum was sharp and accurate, piercing at the enemy's vulnerabilities, aiming to bring him down. Yet, the Bloodthirsty Monarch was defending relentlessly against Mitchell's attacks, his body emanating a frighteningly eerie red glow.

Time ticked away as the fight dragged on. Sweat began to bead on Mitchell's forehead, his breath turning ragged under the strain of the intense battle. As for the Bloodthirsty Monarch, he stood there unscathed, a sinister smile hanging at the corners of his mouth.

“White Mitchell, you're not strong enough! Your justice and morality can't compete with my evil!” The Bloodthirsty Monarch's voice, filled with dark terror, echoed across the barren grassland.

White Mitchell remained silent, quietly regulating his breathing and sensing the flow of his internal True Qi. His pupils gradually sharpened, his gaze fixated on the Bloodthirsty Monarch, intense as a sword.

Suddenly, the Monarch let out a low roar, an explosive aura enveloping his entire body. His body hastily expanded, his shoulders cracking as his frame widened. His skin turned pitch black as darkness engulfed him, and his hair seemed to become wilder.

At the same time, an evil aura spilled from his body, shrouding the entire battlefield. White Mitchell felt this evil seeping into his skin, distorting and debasing images sprouting uncontrollably in his mind.

He strained to rid himself of this evil, his grip on his sword tightening, his resolve in his eyes deepening.

“No! I cannot let evil triumph over justice!” White Mitchell vowed silently.

Swiftly adjusting his stance, he prepared to face the Bloodthirsty Monarch's attack. The Monarch, agile as a beast, pounced towards him, his hands transforming into claws, lashing out with intimidating momentum aimed at White Mitchell's vital points.

White Mitchell, with a flash, effortlessly dodged the Monarch's attack. Despite this, the Monarch didn't back down. His attacks, like a storm, targeted Mitchell relentlessly, with speed and strength that were unbelievable.

White Mitchell skillfully avoided them all, each action crisp and nimble, resembling an agile swallow evading every single strike from the Monarch. At times he leaped back, dodged sideways, or charged forward, making it impossible for the Monarch to reach him.

Infuriated by this agility, the Bloodthirsty Monarch roared, sending forth an even more ferocious attack. The collision of swords in the air created a noise so deafening it echoed throughout the space, their bodies a bolt of lightning, intersecting and passing each other, exuding a dazzling brilliance.

In this fierce showdown, White Mitchell remained calm and composed. He analyzed the minute movements of the Bloodthirsty Monarch, predicting his every move to find an opportunity. At last, when the Monarch shifted, Mitchell swiftly adjusted his sword momentum, stabbing towards the Bloodthirsty Monarch's chest with the speed of lightning.

“Damn it!” The Bloodthirsty Monarch wasn't prepared for White Mitchell's cunning attack. He was punctured, blood gushing from his chest.

White Mitchell pulled his sword out quickly, just before the Monarch hit the ground. His body trembled slightly, the fight was draining his stamina and True Qi. Nevertheless, he stayed alert.

The Bloodthirsty Monarch struggled to get back to his feet, glaring at White Mitchell in rage. His eyes were filled with murderous intent, which was downright chilling.

“White Mitchell, you're not yet worthy of victory! Face my true power!” The evil voice of the Bloodthirsty Monarch echoed once more.

White Mitchell furrowed his brow, an ominous sense of foreboding creeping over him. The aura of the Bloodthirsty Monarch transformed again, started expanding rapidly. A blood-red armor cloaked his body and his eyes turned into crimson orbs. His whole being gave off a burning aura.

White Mitchell calmly observed the new, more fierce Bloodthirsty Monarch, perceived an increased power level and attack intensity. He realized that this was the Monarch's true strength. But White Mitchell didn't show any sign of retreat, his eyes bore a firm resolve.

“No matter how powerful you are, I will not back down! For justice and everyone's safety, I will never succumb to evil!” White Mitchell declared loudly.

The two sides clashed fiercely once again. Sword light and red light streaked through the sky like fireworks, and each attack sent waves of intense heat surging through the surrounding air. Their figures were as swift as lightning, as relentless as a violent wind, as furious as a raging fire, as vicious as beasts.

White Mitchell's entire body was covered in wounds, and blood trickled down from him. His hand trembled as he grasped his sword, but he did not halt his attack. Each swing of his sword was made with all his strength, each evasion was made in face of lethal danger.

The Bloodthirsty Monarch was not to be outdone, his attacks became even more frenzied and furious. His claws were like iron pincers, each strike carried a momentum that could obliterate everything. His body burned in the flames, and every droplet of sweat evaporated into steam with high temperature.

Time seemed to freeze in the midst of this decisive battle, and the breaths of both fighters became more rapid and heavy. The depletion of energy was suffocating, and their physical exhaustion had reached its limit.

White Mitchell's vision began to blur, his legs wobbled, and he could barely stand. But he could not give up. He gritted his teeth once again, regulated his breath, and prepared for the final charge.

The Bloodthirsty Monarch also sensed White Mitchell's fatigue. A cruel smile played on his lips. He mercilessly intensified his attacks, trying to defeat White Mitchell in one fell swoop.

White Mitchell swayed, his sword light dimmed, and he had no room for evasion or counter-attack. Through his blurred vision, he saw the Bloodthirsty Monarch's deadly claws coming towards him.

In that instant, White Mitchell could feel the breath of death. He could sense the terrifying power of the Bloodthirsty Monarch enveloping him. But he did not give up, nor did he feel fear. All he felt was determination and courage.

“I can't fall like this! I can't let evil defeat justice!” White Mitchell shouted in his heart, deciding to resist with every last bit of his strength.

In that deadly instant, White Mitchell's mind became unusually clear. A surge of powerful strength welled up inside him. This strength raged within his body, making him feel as if he was filled with incredible momentum.

White Mitchell's eyes sparkled with determination and resolve. Suddenly, he leaped into the air, his figure streaking across the sky like a bolt of lightning. His sword whizzed past the Bloodthirsty Monarch's deadly claws and pierced accurately into his chest.

Abject pain coursed through the Bloodthirsty Monarch's body, he groaned and fell to the ground. His scarlet scales began to crack, and blood poured out from his wounds.

White Mitchell collapsed heavily to the ground, drained of all his energy, and everything started to blur. His vision began to blur, and his consciousness began to fade.

But at this critical moment, the strength from within emerged once again. He found himself in a deep darkness as his consciousness began to fade away.

In the darkness, he seemed to see his past and future. He remembered his hard experiences of practicing martial arts in a small village from his childhood, his determination to pursue justice in the World of Martial. He saw how he had been constantly pushing himself forward, tirelessly improving his martial arts skills and persevering.

At the same time, he saw his future, the world peace and justice that he had always been seeking. Hope and faith surged in White Mitchell's heart, he decided not to let darkness engulf him, not to let evil prevail.

Suddenly, White Mitchell woke up from the dark. He found himself standing in front of the Bloodthirsty Monarch, his consciousness and strength stronger than before. He felt a blast of powerful aura radiating from his body, as if it were connected to the sky and earth, united with the force of justice.

White Mitchell raised his sword, brilliant light burst from the blade, cutting across the sky like a dazzling rainbow. His gaze was resolute, carrying his pursuit of justice and his vow to protect those who suffer.

He attacked the Bloodthirsty Monarch again, blades clashed, sword aura swept across, stirring up endless gales. Each move, each form was infused with infinite power, as the light of the blades interweaved, even the air seemed to be torn apart in an instant.

The Bloodthirsty Monarch fought back with a ferocious grin, waves of dark energy radiating from his magic wand tried to destroy the determination in White Mitchell's eyes. But White Mitchell did not back off. His body moved unpredictably, skillfully avoiding lethal attacks. His unpredictable swordplay broke through the Bloodthirsty Monarch's defense with powerful strikes.

In the fight, White Mitchell could feel the power contained in his body intensifying and surging. He channeled his inner strength into his sword and the blade erupted with a brilliant glow, like the flames of the sun. A powerful sword qi shot out, piercing the defense of the Bloodthirsty Monarch and heading straight for his heart.

The Bloodthirsty Monarch roared painfully, as if hit by a heavy blow, and retreated several steps. Fear shone in his eyes; he had not expected White Mitchell to display such immense power in the critical moment. Hope seemed lost for his do-or-die struggle.

The Bloodthirsty Monarch roared, clenching his teeth with rage, “Just die!” He gathered all of his dark energy, raising his magic wand, and prepared to strike at White Mitchell with dark light.

A glint of determination flashed in White Mitchell's eyes, he breathed in deeply, bracing himself for the Bloodthirsty Monarch's final blow. Suddenly, a massive roar reverberated from his back.

White Mitchell couldn't help turning back to look, witnessing a massive force bursting from behind him, forming into giant wings of light. The wings sparkled with rainbow-colored light, similar to the wings of an angel.

White Mitchell found, to his surprise, that the energy radiating from him at this moment was no longer his own, but derived from the support and belief of countless others. The old men in the mountain village, the martial artists from the world of martial, the suffering people, all had placed their hopes and expectations in him.

At this moment, White Mitchell's strength soared beyond the ordinary. He took a deep breath, chanting silently in his heart: “Justice is with me, invincible in heart. I, White Mitchell, will never back down!”

Filled with belief, White Mitchell swung his sword again, the brilliance on the blade grew more dazzling. His figure, like a god, took to the skies, intertwining with the dark force of the Bloodthirsty Monarch.

The sword and dark energy violently collided in mid-air, creating glaring sparks and a massive cacophony. White Mitchell, constantly releasing his inner strength, became more and more fierce, each move embodying his perseverance in justice and fearlessness towards evil.

His sword strokes flowed like a waterfall, incessant and relentless. Waves of sword qi tore through the air, slashing towards the Bloodthirsty Monarch with the sharpness of a blade. The Bloodthirsty Monarch, facing such an attack, felt an even deeper sense of terror. He couldn't help but feel helpless and regretful.

White Mitchell's attacks restrained the Bloodthirsty Monarch like a vise, giving him no chance to fight back. He was forced to retreat step by step. With every step, intense pain and despair followed.

However, the Bloodthirsty Monarch refused to resign himself to his impending doom. He fell into a state of madness, roaring constantly, and releasing an even more powerful dark energy. His magic wand became increasingly blazing in the dark aura, swallowing all the surrounding light.

With a sudden wave of his hand, a massive dark beam shot towards White Mitchell. White Mitchell immediately dodged to the side, but the dark beam relentlessly pursued him, making it impossible for him to shake it off no matter how hard he tried.

In the face of this desperate situation, a firm light flashed in White Mitchell's eyes. He knew that if this continued, he was doomed to fail, and those who had placed their hopes in him would lose theirs too. He could not let this happen.

He abruptly turned around, staring at the tracking dark beam, his pupils filled with determination.

He stepped on the ground, rushing towards the dark beam like a gust of wind. His sword qi formed into countless blades surrounding him, creating an indestructible shield.

The dark beam collided with White Mitchell's sword qi shield, creating a huge explosion. Flames scattered, energy waves raged and tore through the surrounding air. White Mitchell stood firm in front of the dark beam, completely unscathed.

He raised his longsword and a bone-piercing cold light abruptly burst from the blade. The freezing aura enveloped the entire battlefield, causing the temperature to plummet rapidly. The Bloodthirsty Monarch felt the chill, leaving a trace of fear in his heart.

White Mitchell swung his sword fiercely, breaking through the dark space, with the sword qi streaking across the night sky like a meteor. The sword qi and the dark beam collided, creating a shrill crunching sound. The sword qi and the dark beam interwove, gnashing out endless sparks.

White Mitchell seized the opportunity, his figure was swift as lightning, quickly closing the distance with the Bloodthirsty Monarch. His sword instantly aimed at the Bloodthirsty Monarch's vital spot, the blade carrying an unmerciful killing intent.

The Bloodthirsty Monarch waved his dark magic wand violently, attempting to block White Mitchell's attack. However, White Mitchell's sword qi, swift as a spirit snake, bypassed the dark wand's defense and aimed directly at the Bloodthirsty Monarch's neck.

The sword qi pierced through the Bloodthirsty Monarch's skin, blood instantly stained his territories, turning them crimson. The Bloodthirsty Monarch let out a mournful howl, his body trembling, his dark energy started to surge wildly.

White Mitchell watched apathetically as the Bloodthirsty Monarch struggled in torment, knowing that this was only the beginning, the battle was far from over.

With a fierce blow, the Bloodthirsty Monarch's dark energy exploded with incomparable force. Deep purple light enveloped the whole area, a dark energy wave swept across the battlefield, engulfing everything. The whole domain was covered in darkness, blocking out the sun and sky.

White Mitchell felt oppressed by the dark energy, his body felt as though it was weighted down by a heavy burden, unable to move. He knew this was the oppression of dark energy, which contained the Bloodthirsty Monarch's endless rage and terror.

However, White Mitchell was not disheartened; the power of justice deep in his heart glowed brilliantly. He closed his eyes, gathered all his inner strength.

Slowly, his body radiated a faint golden light. The golden light cut through the darkness, like a glimmer of dawn struggling in the night. White Mitchell's body gradually regained freedom; he opened his eyes, his gaze filled with determination.

He lifted his sword, his whole body filled with the powerful force of justice. His sword strikes, shocking like divine thunder from the heavens, each swing generating massive energy fluctuations.

The Bloodthirsty Monarch sensed the threat, his dark energy contrasting vividly with White Mitchell's power of justice. The energy of darkness and light clashed fiercely on the battlefield, sparking dazzling fireworks and producing massive roars.

This decisive battle had reached its most intense and critical stage. White Mitchell and the Bloodthirsty Monarch both went all out, battling in strength, wits, and courage, their sword strikes and spells intertwining and forming a breathtaking tableau.

The Bloodthirsty Monarch wielded his evil power to the fullest, his dark energy like a vast torrential wave, constantly battering against White Mitchell's power of justice. While White Mitchell, battling all out, swung his sword, infusing his inner strength into each attack.

The clash of sword and dark energy reverberated throughout the battlefield, grand power surging in the air. Both their figures darted across the battlefield, leaving trails of afterimages.

With each attack and defense between them, it released an unrivaled momentum. White Mitchell's sword exuded bright golden light, shining like gilded, his sword edge slicing across the darkness, each strike creating a piercing sound of air being torn apart. The Bloodthirsty Monarch's dark energy carried a destructive aura, twisting space, leaving people breathless.

Their collision was as strong as an earthquake, causing space rifts to appear, sparks flying about, releasing infinite energy. The trees and rocks on the battlefield were lifted up, dust filled the area, the line of sight becoming blurry.

White Mitchell dodged to the east, ducked to the west, skillfully avoiding the Bloodthirsty Monarch's attacks while swiftly getting close to him. His swordsmanship was as fluent as flowing water, sometimes as waves of the ocean, sometimes as gentle breeze, and sometimes as ferocious fire. Every strike he delivered carried immense destruction power, keeping the Bloodthirsty Monarch on his toes.

The Bloodthirsty Monarch felt the looming danger, the beast instinct in his bones triggering him to emit a piercing roar. Dark energy spurted out from his body, forming a thick black shield, blocking White Mitchell's attack from outside.

A flash of determination passed through White Mitchell's cold eyes, he knew, this was just the Bloodthirsty Monarch's temporary defense, the dark energy couldn't defend his force of justice forever. He gathered his strength throughout his body, the golden light on the sword edge becoming even brighter, the force of justice erupting like a volcano, instantly shattering the dark shield.

White Mitchell's sword strikes fell like raindrops, each slash tearing apart the darkness, pulling apart the air, creating waves of energy fluctuations like a storm. The Bloodthirsty Monarch kept withdrawing, attempting to maintain a distance, but White Mitchell incessantly ensued, his figure chasing like a phantom, attack after attack, showing no mercy.

The dark energy inside the Bloodthirsty Monarch became increasingly violent, he started launching stronger attacks. A huge black hole formed in front of him, devouring all light around, bringing about an endless darkness.

White Mitchell could feel the pulling force from the black hole. He resisted it with all his might, but his power was constantly being sucked in by the black hole. His body was increasingly getting corrupted by darkness, the light of justice in his heart also began to dim.

Yet White Mitchell didn't retreat, he chose to continue the battle. He gathered his inner strength once again, the sword edge emanating dazzling light, the blade as waves against the ages, breaking free from the bondage of darkness, attacking the Bloodthirsty Monarch.

Darkness and light clashed intensely, generating powerful shockwaves. At that very moment, the whole battlefield suddenly quieted down, leaving only the figures of White Mitchell and the Bloodthirsty Monarch.

White Mitchell's sword directly pierced through the body of the Bloodthirsty Monarch, blood spurted out, dark energy dissipating instantly. The Bloodthirsty Monarch let out a piercing scream, his body gradually crumbling, turning into a cloud of black smoke, eventually vanishing into thin air.

White Mitchell sheathed his sword, his heart filled with the joy of victory. However, he was not entirely unscathed from the battle. Despite his invincible swordsmanship, the dark energy had caused some erosion to his body. He was breathing heavily, a thin bead of sweat oozing out on his forehead.

At that moment, a mysterious figure abruptly appeared beside White Mitchell. He was a boy cloaked in black. His features were unclear, but he exuded an icy killing intent.

“White Mitchell, you finally defeated the Bloodthirsty Monarch, well done indeed.” The black-cloaked boy's tone was laced with a tinge of sarcasm.

White Mitchell watched the black-cloaked boy warily, an ominous feeling rising in his heart. “Who are you? Why are you here?”

The black-cloaked boy sneered, his gaze sharp as a sword. “I am the Lord of Darkness, the master of endless dark power. Do you really think that defeating the Bloodthirsty Monarch means you have won? How laughable!”

White Mitchell's expression hardened. He could sense the equally strong and terrifying presence emanating from the Lord of Darkness. The power of this black-cloaked boy should not be underestimated.

“Lord of Darkness, I won't let you bring calamity to the world! I will banish you with the Sword of Justice!” declared White Mitchell, grinding his teeth.

The Lord of Darkness snorted coldly, and suddenly a black longsword appeared in his hand. He took a step forward, slashing a black beam of sword light through the air that attacked White Mitchell.

White Mitchell reacted quickly, leaping out of the way of the Lord of Darkness's attack. He drew his sword again, initiating a fierce brawl with the Lord of Darkness.

The collision of their sword moves filled the air with sparks and flashes of light. White Mitchell's swordsmanship was flawless, nullifying the Lord of Darkness's series of deadly moves.

However, the Lord of Darkness was not an easy opponent either. His moves were deviously malicious, dark energy coalesced on his sword, shattering each of White Mitchell's sword moves.

White Mitchell gritted his teeth, knowing he must find a weakness in the Lord of Darkness to win. He steadied himself, dodging the Lord of Darkness's attacks with agility while observing his sword moves.

Suddenly, White Mitchell spotted a loophole in the Lord of Darkness's attack. His eye twinkled, immediately seizing the opportunity to thrust his sword towards the Lord of Darkness's heart.

The Lord of Darkness swiftly retreated, evading White Mitchell's lethal attack. However, in the sudden retreat, his shoulder was slashed by White Mitchell's sword, splattering blood.

“Damn!” roared the Lord of Darkness in fury. His dark energy burst forth, sealing his wound.

White Mitchell was undeterred, launching another attack. He engaged in an even fiercer battle with the Lord of Darkness. His swordsmanship became more fierce and each move was unexpected, putting the Lord of Darkness on the defensive.

The Lord of Darkness started to feel the pressure. He understood the danger of his situation. He decided to unleash his greatest dark power to entirely crush White Mitchell.

Dark energy gathered around the Lord of Darkness, forming a large dark vortex. The dark energy in the vortex surged wildly, engulfing White Mitchell.

White Mitchell felt his body tightly restrained by the black vortex, unable to move. He fought hard against the onslaught of dark power. However, the dark energy within the vortex became increasingly powerful, threatening to swallow him.

Just then, a mysterious beam of light flashed. The dark power instantly receded. White Mitchell felt his mobility restored and promptly jumped to his feet, distancing himself from the vortex.

He looked up to see a woman in white robes appearing before him. Her beauty was ethereal, her figure graceful, like a fairy in an immortal realm.

“Who are you? Why are you helping me?” questioned White Mitchell, baffled.

The woman in the white robe smiled gently, her eyes radiating a tender glow. “I am the Goddess of Light, and I have been fighting with the Lord of Darkness for hundreds of years. It seems that you are indeed the ultimate hope against him.”

White Mitchell was shocked. He had not expected that he would receive help from the Goddess of Light. He drew his sword again, ready to re-engage in a battle with the Lord of Darkness.

The Lord of Darkness pounced on White Mitchell without showing any sign of weakness. His whole body emitted a stronger dark aura than before, as if threatening to swallow everything in its path.

White Mitchell clutched his longsword, and his body surged with a powerful aura, quickly growing in size, surrounded by a golden divine light. With the power of the Goddess of Light, he challenged the Lord of Darkness's rule.

The two clashed in the sky, their swords and fists intertwined with each other to form dazzling streaks of light. White Mitchell's sword slashes were as powerful as a mountain and a sea, displaying the full power of his sword strike. The Lord of Darkness, however, transformed into several illusions, dodging nimbly.

With a determined look in his eyes, White Mitchell leaped upwards, his sword splashing the sky with a dazzling light. He shot across the dark night sky like a meteor, his sharp sword directly pointing to the body of the Lord of Darkness.

The Lord of Darkness let out a cold laugh, his body suddenly disappearing, reemerging behind White Mitchell and landing a heavy hit towards his back.

White Mitchell immediately sensed the danger, swiftly turned, and swung his sword in response. As their powers clashed, the air burst into a thunderous roar.

Dark clouds gathered, and a wild wind howled, as if the confrontation had aroused the fury of nature. A rich black aura and flashes of light filled the atmosphere.

White Mitchell could feel the oppressive force from the Lord of Darkness growing stronger. The power of darkness attacked him like a tidal wave. He knew he had to find a way to deal with the Lord of Darkness quickly, or he would struggle to fend off his attacks.

Suddenly, a blue light burst from the longsword in White Mitchell's hand, shooting directly towards the Lord of Darkness. It was a new sword technique that White Mitchell had comprehended– The Divine Sword of Light.

The dazzling light was blinding. The Lord of Darkness, hit by this light, let out a earth-shattering roar, his body instantly dissipating into a cloud of dark smoke.

White Mitchell breathed a sigh of relief, delight of victory filled his heart. However, his victory didn't last long.

The shadow of the Lord of Darkness reassembled, standing before White Mitchell once more. His expression was cold and cruel, and a cunning gleam lingered in his eyes.

“Foolish child, do you think you can defeat me?” The Lord of Darkness jeeringly laughed, His palm extended as he formed sharp dark energy weapons in his hand.

White Mitchell calmed down, knowing that his foe this time was not to be underestimated. Clutching his longsword, he readied himself for the Lord of Darkness's next attack.

The pair clashed again, the air full of sparks and the noise of sword Qi colliding. The Lord of Darkness's attacks were relentless, like a tempest ravaging through. White Mitchell dodged and retaliated with agile moves and precise swordsmanship.

Now the sky was shrouded in darkness, and now it was lit by the brightness. For a moment, the power of darkness and light intertwined to form a dazzling array of flying light and shadow. It was an awe-inspiring spectacle.

White Mitchell could feel the power surging through his body. The power of light was growing stronger, and as the battle progressed, he gradually found a way to stand against the Lord of Darkness.

He began to mobilize his inner strength, incorporating a powerful flame power into his sword strikes. With every slash of his sword, there was a dazzling flash of fire, like the rising of the sun.

Collision of fire and darkness burst into a brilliant glow. White Mitchell displayed exceptional courage and wisdom. His attacks became more and more fierce, his swordsmanship swift and fierce like a storm, as if he had transformed into a god of fire.

The Lord of Darkness gradually felt the pressure mounting as his offensive strategy continually retreated. Seizing the opportunity, White Mitchell unleashed a fierce attack, and the Divine Power of Light emanating from his longsword fell like raindrops, striking the body of the Lord of Darkness.

The Lord of Darkness let out a miserable scream, his body trapped in flames, and his Power of Darkness burning only made him look even weaker. Yet, he refused to concede to failure so easily, he gathered the last shred of his strength into his hand, and fired a ray of Dark Energy aimed at White Mitchell.

White Mitchell furrowed his brows; he gathered the Power of Light all over his body, surrounding himself with a dazzling halo, effectively blocking off the ray of Dark Energy. Yet, the Lord of Darkness persisted, he fired off yet another wave of Dark Energy that came in even more fiercely.

White Mitchell focused his efforts to counter, his hands gripping his longsword tightly, he utilized his full strength to block the Dark Energy on the tip of his sword. An explosive clash of sword against darkness resulted in a deafening boom. Sparks flew everywhere, the battle between Light and Darkness was at its peak.

Suddenly, a mysterious force rose from within White Mitchell. Amidst the twinkling golden light, the Lord of Darkness was struck and sent flying by this overwhelming Power of Light, and he landed heavily on the ground.

“This is impossible!” The Lord of Darkness forced himself back on his feet, his face contorted with anger and unwillingness to accept his defeat.

White Mitchell stood in front of the Lord of Darkness, his gaze firm and calm, sensing the aura of his imminent victory. He had long since vowed to defeat the Lord of Darkness and bring Light back into this world.

“Lord of Darkness, your reign is coming to an end. The Light shall overcome the Darkness, and Justice shall triumph over Evil!” White Mitchell's voice rang out powerfully, filled with confidence.

The Lord of Darkness gritted his teeth, glaring at White Mitchell with bitter resentment as he launched himself once more, fists and feet flying, Dark Energy gushing like a flood.

White Mitchell countered the attack of the Lord of Darkness, mastering the art of nimble swordsmanship and movement technique in retaliation and constantly probing for the Lord of Darkness's weaknesses. Every single attack was precise and forceful, the Power of Light was burning like fire across the battlefield.

In the heat of the battle, White Mitchell gradually began to feel fatigued, the power of the Lord of Darkness far exceeded his expectations. He knew he must unleash an even greater power if he is to completely vanquish the Lord of Darkness.

He calmed his heart, golden light rapidly emanating from his body, culminating into a tiny ball of light in his right palm. He was aware that this was the divine power of the Goddess of Light, his last resort.

White Mitchell leapt forward, charging towards the Lord of Darkness with the ball of light held high, and violently slammed it into the ground. As the light ball made contact with the ground, it released dazzling light, filling the entire battlefield in a moment with blinding gold.

The Lord of Darkness was ensnared by the Light energy, he roared in pain as he was sent flying again.

White Mitchell did not rest, he pursued closely, the Divine Sword of Light in his hand shimmered, aiming fiercely at the Lord of Darkness.

The Lord of Darkness did his utmost to resist, but he could ultimately not withstand White Mitchell's relentless offensive.

In the end, he emitted a puff of black smoke from his body, dispersing into thin air.

White Mitchell had won! Swinging his longsword, an aura of victory enveloped the battlefield.

As the darkness dissipated and the Light returned, the world seemed to become brighter. White Mitchell set down his longsword, slumping onto his knees, completely exhausted, yet his heart was full of joy and satisfaction.

At last! The Lord of Darkness had been defeated, and the triumph of the Light has arrived. White Mitchell knew that this was merely the beginning for him, he will continue to fight for the Light, protecting this world from the invasion of Darkness.

As the sun penetrated through, the man on the battlefield began to slowly recover. The darkness was swallowed up by the sunlight, and the withered field transformed into a vibrant green world. Under the sunlight, the figure of White Mitchell shone like a hero who had conquered the darkness, forever resplendent.

Chapter end