The voices of White Clothes and Black Clothes echoed in Mo Fan’s ears, causing him to pause briefly.
Only after lowering his guard did he realize that White Clothes’ recent strike had been blocked by Black Clothes.
Like Black Clothes, White Clothes wielded a massive scythe, but his was silver-white, its sharp blade tinged with a vivid red, as if stained with blood.
“White Clothes, what the Lei Yu family offered, the Great King can provide too. Besides, I owe him my life, and I must repay it,” Black Clothes said through gritted teeth.
“You’d rather pledge loyalty to a toad demon weaker than me than follow my orders?” White Clothes glared, exerting force with both hands, overpowering Black Clothes and rendering her immobile.
“As for him saving you, if I kill him, you won’t need to repay that debt,” White Clothes said, causing Black Clothes’ expression to shift as she bit out, “White Clothes, you’ve changed. You weren’t like this before.”
White Clothes trembled slightly, his face darkening with anger. “For this toad demon, you’d betray me?”
“I’m not betraying you. I’m trying to save you. I don’t want you to become a killing tool for those great demons, that’s all. Why can’t you understand?” Black Clothes roared, her demonic energy erupting, gradually turning the tide.
“I’m not wrong, and I don’t need saving. Just obey me, and we can continue as before,” White Clothes said coldly, kicking Black Clothes away.
“What exactly did the Lei Yu family promise you to make you so eager to kill me?” Mo Fan frowned as White Clothes charged. His black feathers swung like twin feather blades, clashing with White Clothes.
The moment they collided, both shuddered.
In a single exchange, they gauged each other’s strength, realizing neither was inferior.
“I had no intent to kill you initially, but you’ve disrupted my plans, so you must die. Lei Yufeng told me if I couldn’t capture you alive, a corpse would suffice,” White Clothes sneered, swinging his scythe fiercely. Each strike was heavy, making it hard for Mo Fan to parry.
As the fight intensified, Mo Fan realized White Clothes’ terrifying prowess. His strength rivaled the demon king realm, his speed surpassing Black Clothes by several times.
Beyond strength and speed, White Clothes was formidable in every aspect, a fully evolved adversary.
Initially, Mo Fan could cope, but as the fight wore on, he fell behind.
If not for his black feathers, a king-realm demon weapon with both offensive and defensive capabilities, Mo Fan would have lost in close combat.
“I thought you had some skill, but this is it? You might fight peak demon generals, but you’re far from my match. Let me show you what a true powerhouse is,” White Clothes laughed, his demonic energy surging. He roared, “Supernatural ability, Triple Concerto Kill. First Movement, Open!”
With his shout, his aura soared to a terrifying level, his demonic energy retracting inward, yet his presence grew overwhelmingly powerful.
“This is demon king-level aura,” Mo Fan’s pupils contracted, and he gasped.
Bang.
The next moment, a punch sent Mo Fan flying, crashing through several boulders before stopping.
“Cough, such terrifying power,” Mo Fan landed, spitting blood.
“Is this all you’ve got? Where’s your ideals, your beliefs, your so-called order? All empty talk?” White Clothes said coldly, stepping forward, his silver scythe slashing toward Mo Fan’s head.
But it struck nothing.
Mo Fan’s wings unfurled, lifting him into the sky.
“You’ll soon see if it’s empty talk,” Mo Fan said coldly, glaring down. A massive crimson halo appeared behind him.
Upon closer inspection, purple lightning arcs flickered within the halo, and a gust emerged, spinning the halo rapidly.
“Is this the Lei Yu family’s bloodline ability, Wind-Thunder Sting?” White Clothes’ pupils narrowed, recognizing it instantly, then laughed. “Good, a worthy opponent. Let’s see how much power you can unleash with this Wind-Thunder Sting.”
“Watch closely then. Great Five Elements Technique,” Mo Fan roared, pointing skyward. The halo soared, expanding to nearly ten meters.
Black dots emerged from the halo, countless in number, thousands upon thousands.
Whoosh.
A barrage of crimson crystal spikes shot out like a torrential storm, laced with thunder, raining down on White Clothes.
“White Clothes!” Black Clothes gasped from afar, alarmed.
But the next moment, her jaw dropped, and Mo Fan’s eyes widened.
White Clothes stood unmoving, his skin turning silver, impervious to the crimson spikes.
Clang, clang, clang.
A rapid clatter like striking iron rang out as the spikes shattered, unable to pierce his skin.
“Is that it? Are you tickling me?” White Clothes sneered, stomping the ground and soaring upward, charging through the barrage toward Mo Fan.
“What kind of freak is this guy? Even his defense is this terrifying,” Mo Fan thought, taking a deep breath and fully activating the Great Five Elements Technique.
The crimson halo ceased firing spikes, its wind and thunder intensifying, as if brewing something.
“Hm?” White Clothes glanced at the massive halo above, feeling its oppressive force. Far from fearful, his eyes gleamed with excitement and desire.
“What a lunatic,” Mo Fan cursed inwardly, noting White Clothes slowing, as if awaiting the attack.
“I’ll grant your wish,” Mo Fan snorted, pushing the Great Five Elements Technique to its limit.
Buzz.
The crimson halo trembled, and a colossal crimson crystal spike, several meters long, emerged, wreathed in lightning. Its appearance stirred the clouds, exuding a destructive aura.
Mo Fan wasn’t done. He unleashed another ability.
A massive golden figure appeared behind him, grasping the giant spike and thrusting it toward White Clothes below.
“Second Movement, Open,” White Clothes roared, his aura growing more terrifying, his body glowing like a silver statue. He raised his scythe and met the giant spike head-on.
Boom.
A massive explosion erupted, the giant spike shattering. Mo Fan’s golden avatar staggered back half a step, a golden light appearing at its forehead.
The light spread downward, splitting the avatar’s centerline, bursting with radiance before cracking in two.
Mo Fan spat blood, watching his golden avatar vanish.
“Die,” White Clothes charged, swinging his massive scythe at Mo Fan’s head.
