Dang … Dang … Dang …
The sound of a bell rang slowly, coming from an unknown place.
Garon sprinted through the dark tunnel, the path in front of him quickly reversed, the bones on the ground were crushed under his feet. The corner of the wall had some powdery dust scraped off.
He didn't stop at all, following the slanted path upwards.
Pa.
Leather Boots stopped, the King of Nightmares supported Andrela and looked back.
Under the dim sunlight, the surface of the huge black stone statue seemed to be coated with a layer of golden red light.
The heavy sound of a bell rang from the top of the statue.
"What a sight." The King of Nightmares muttered, "Garon, don't die …"
On the beach, the general of Weisman with black chest hair waited for the approaching warship, he and Demon Hunter Elyshar both turned back, looking at the towering black stone statue on the island.
There were only a dozen Demon Hunters left, and Weisman's soldiers were few as well.
"The final battle … I didn't expect the Twilight Bell to have already rung … What a battle to look forward to." The general sighed. "Too bad … Those two idiots won't be able to hear it anymore. I've told you that people like them will die young, too bad no one listened to me. "
Elizabeth stroked the remaining scar on her face. It was a wound from the scuffle.
"The Glorious Reign is dead, General Mero, aren't you sad at all?"
"Sad? It's good that he's dead, my family is the strongest, I'll take over the other two families when I get back! Hehe!! "The general with black chest hair cheered up, suddenly he saw the warship approaching quickly.
"Hey!!"
He rushed over, waving his hands and shouting.
"I'm here!! Cute little Sally!! "
*****
Northern Region
Amongst the bloody corpses, Spearman Mal supported the Arctic King.
"You idiot, are you okay?" He slapped the Arctic King twice.
The latter slowly opened his eyes in a daze.
"Not dead yet …"
"The main force is different, as expected, his skin is thick …" Mal sighed. During the siege of the Immortal Palace Sylphalan, the Arctic King was the fastest, and of course he was the most injured.
But as expected of the man known as the Polar Bear, his body was so strong it was almost inhuman. Even after being hit by Sylphalan four times, he could still speak normally.
The distant sound of a bell came down from the sky.
"It's the Twilight Bell. The final battle has begun. Shall we go take a look? "Marr looked up at the top of the huge black stone statue.
"I can't take it anymore … That guy is too perverted. If I go there, I'll just be courting death." The Arctic King groaned weakly.
"It's fine. There's also a freak in the Southern Mountain Range. We can forget about the Black Smoke Pot, but no matter what, we can't let the people of the Immortal Palace take advantage of us, "Marr said calmly.
"It's fine … Hmph, no one who was hit by my Three Days North Pole Needle can live for more than three days!" The North Pole King sneered.
"The people from Immortal Palace aren't ordinary people," Mar emphasized.
"Uh … Alright, but I can guarantee that they don't have the strength to cause trouble for us now. Otherwise, do you think we would still be standing here safely?" the Arctic King said unwillingly. "I say, you should just stay here obediently and wait for the rescue team to pick you up. What are you doing?"
Mal shook his head.
"I have a reason why I must go …"
"Then do as you wish." The Arctic King groaned again and sat down alone to rest. He began to check his injuries. "Oh right, is sister-in-law okay? If you go and lose your life … I've been drooling over her for a long time, you know. Don't blame me for not caring about our brotherhood in the future. "
Mal's face darkened.
"It's fine if you don't want to help, but who takes advantage of others?"
"Anyway, I don't care. Hurry up and go. Don't forget to groan before you die. I'll go get sister-in-law immediately." The Arctic King couldn't be bothered with him.
Mar applied medicine to the wound on his shoulder and wrapped it a few times with the prepared bandages. He contracted his muscles to close the wound. His forehead was already covered in fine beads of sweat. Seeing the Arctic King sitting alone with his eyes closed to rest, he shook his head speechlessly. He quietly turned around and jumped into the pitch-black underground tunnel, quickly disappearing into the darkness.
The Arctic King waited for a while, but there was no sound. He opened his eyes.
"He really did go. Sigh! I say, are you tired of living? "He looked back in the direction of the stone forest, where the faint sound was approaching. He hesitated for a moment and gritted his teeth.
"F * ck! You're looking for death! You got me killed! "
He jumped into the pitch-black tunnel and disappeared into the darkness.
*****
Flamingo leaned against the stone statue, quietly looking at the shriveled old man in black.
"That guy ran away?"
The old man nodded. "First I was hit by the Three Heaven's Arctic Needles, then I was ambushed by that guy. But he was also stabbed by Sylphalan, his injury is not any lighter than mine. "He bent his back slightly, there was a hideous sword wound on his abdomen, still dripping blood.
Flamingo looked up at the top of the giant stone statue.
"Sylphalan went up, that guy should still be hiding, waiting for an opportunity. I'm ready to go back, what do you plan to do? "
The old man was slightly surprised. "You're not going to help?"
Flamingo shook his head.
"No, there's no need."
The old man seemed to have thought of something, and his face changed. "I'll go with you."
Flamingo turned around and walked out of the stone forest. Where he was originally standing, there was a pool of dark red blood.
The old man in black followed closely.
*****
At the top of the stone statue, Sylphalan's slender figure faintly emitted a kind of demonic beauty. He held a long red sword upside down, quietly looking at Garon rushing up from below.
Following the stone steps of the tunnel, Garon gradually slowed down, looking up at Sylphalan at the entrance of the tunnel.
This man who had been tangling with him since the beginning, was now wearing a long black silk robe. His pale skin and the black silk robe were a stark contrast.
The wind kept blowing, Sylphalan's long black hair fluttered to the left, his long black robe also made a sound in the wind.
"Garon …"
He raised his right hand and opened his palm. A simple necklace of books lay quietly in his palm.
"Eternal Night Stars, it's still on you, right?"
Garon stood still, his hand holding the necklace in front of his chest.
"I clearly remember that you took it from me back then."
"I didn't take the necklace, I took something else …" Sylphalan turned around and left the entrance of the tunnel, walking to the edge of the platform. The strong wind blew his long, silky hair in the air.
Garon slowly walked out of the tunnel. The tunnel was built inside the stone statue, slanting up to the top of the stone statue. The exit was in the platform above.
At the top of the giant black stone statue, in the middle of the platform, Sylphalan and Garon stood ten meters apart.
The whole black platform was at least a hundred meters in diameter, oval in shape, surrounded by black stone railings. Some of the railings had already fallen off. On the ground, on the walls, on the ceiling, there were fine engravings of words and symbols everywhere. It was as if they had recorded the aura of a completely foreign civilization.
The distant sound of a bell kept coming from above, heavy and ancient, with faint echoes.
The dim yellow sunlight shone in, falling beside their feet, illuminating the entire platform in a golden red.
Garon stared at Sylphalan's back, walking around him to the railings, looking down.
Under the railings, a large white ring of clouds like a white garland, slowly revolving around the stone statue. Below the ring of clouds, a few fine black dots were boarding the ships at the edge of the island one by one. Some of the ships were already leaving, while others were approaching.
A wisp of white mist floated past in front of Garon. He reached out his hand, gently grabbing at the mist.
The mist circled around the back of his hand and stopped, like a white translucent ribbon.
Garon's fingers were like the petals of a flower, rotating naturally, soft and delicate, without a trace of hardness. It actually prevented the mist from drifting away.
"Northern Cloud Seizing Hand."
Garon flicked his finger. Pew!
The white mist turned into a white thread, shooting straight at Sylphalan. Without a sound.
The white thread shot one meter in front of Sylphalan, and suddenly stopped. It was as if it had hit an invisible wall. All of a sudden, it exploded into tiny white specks, disappearing into thin air.
"I still remember, the last time I saw you, you were still far from this level." Sylphalan had a strange smile on his face. "Do you hear the sound of the bell above us? That's the Bell of Twilight, it symbolizes the first stage of the Black Smoke Pot's activation. "
"First stage?" Garon squinted at him, waiting for him to continue.
"That's right, there are two stages to the Black Smoke Pot." Sylphalan held the railing, his eyes showing a trace of reminiscence. "The last time the Black Smoke Pot opened, it was because of the sound of the Bell of Twilight. And the second stage, has actually already begun. From the moment we entered here, it began. "
"Oh?"
Garon's skin began to glow with a layer of white gold.
"That is, there can only be one living person left here." Sylphalan smiled, and slowly waved the Sword of the Elves in his hand.
Garon grabbed with his right hand, and started to absorb the wisps of white mist around him.
The wisps of white clouds were like white threads, gathering under his palm from all directions. A ball of white mist gathered in the center of his palm.
"In terms of martial arts, other than you and me, who else in this world can be stronger than us? I didn't think that you and I would have to compete here. "He walked slowly towards Sylphalan, every step seeming to have the domineering aura of a dragon or a tiger. Without a sound, it was as if the entire stone ground was shaking slightly.
"It has nothing to do with the Black Smoke Pot. Actually, we've been waiting for this battle for a long time. " Sylphalan held his long sword horizontally, his finger lightly brushing the blade, and the entire sword slowly glowed with a blood-red light.
He waved lightly, and a red line slowly floated out, silently cutting through the railing on the right.
"Let's begin … right here, let's end everything."
The tip of the Sword of the Elves tilted downwards, pointing towards the ground.
"It has nothing to do with the Black Smoke Pot."
Garon raised his palm, and pushed forward!!
Boom!!!!
A muffled thunder suddenly exploded in the sky.
In the gap at the top of the stone statue, a large ball of white mist and red light exploded, forming a red and white ring, slowly spreading out.
A strange aura spread out from the top of the stone statue. This aura was transparent and formless, and shot straight into the sky.
The sky quickly darkened, and countless dark clouds gathered, getting thicker and darker. The entire island began to shake slowly, and the gravel on the ground shook quickly. Large amounts of smoke seeped out from the cracks in the ground, forming a large amount of white mist, and drowned the entire stone statue.
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