A vibrant purple sword aura zoomed through the air, racing toward Oakvale at an incredible speed. Starting at three feet, it grew an inch for every foot, rapidly expanding to over thirty feet in just a few moments.
As the sword aura moved, the sky and the ground changed colors, and thunder rumbled. It sliced through the clouds, leaving a smooth, mirror-like cut in its wake.
Growing and speeding up, the purple sword aura appeared to possess the power to reshape the very essence of reality. It instilled a bone-chilling awe in those who witnessed it.
As Seth unleashed this mighty stroke, Alaric, the second-ranked on the Astonishing World List, had wisely retreated ten miles away. The once- confident powerhouse was now sweating and panicking.
“Madman! You’re a madman! Risking soul and sanity to boost your cultivation? I won’t indulge your madness!”
Alaric cursed vehemently as he fled toward the Dragon Guard, seeking refuge in the protection of vital force and ancient formations.
He felt that even if Seth had made a breakthrough, he wasn’t much of a threat. The mountain protection array, a testament to Alaric’s life’s dedication, awaited activation. It was originally designed to thwart Arion, but it would be used today.
At that critical moment, a breaking sound echoed from behind. Alaric turned around. He saw a colossal sword aura, three hundred feet long, hurtling toward him with unstoppable force.
Wherever the sword aura went, it destroyed rocks and wiped out the forest. Surprisingly, it was locked onto Alaric, and there was no way for him to escape.
“How … How is this possible?” Alaric’s eyes widened in shock.
The sword aura was getting closer. In a desperate move, he raised his Inferno Fury Spear, creating a thick red barrier.
But the sword aura passed through effortlessly. It pierced both the barrier and Alaric’s body as it continued its trajectory toward the Dragon Guard.
The Inferno Fury Spear shattered into two pieces, falling to the ground with a crisp sound.
Alaric stood frozen. He looked down and noticed his clothes were torn apart. Then, blood started to ooze out. The bloodstain quickly spread, starting from the top and making its way down.
Soon, blood began to drip from his forehead, tracing a path down to his thigh.
“N-No… I-Impossible … I …”
Before Alaric could react, his body was abruptly cleaved in two by the emerging bloodstain. The left side toppled to the left, and the right side fell to the right, creating the appearance of wood split by an ax.
Two muffled thuds followed, and his lifeless body lay sprawled. His wide- open eyes carried an expression of disbelief. He never expected to be killed like this in the wilderness.
They were a silent testament to the fall of the second-ranked powerhouse, the supreme authority of Dragonmarsh.
With a mere wave of his hand, he could control the elements, deciding the fate of everyone. Destined and blessed with vitality, he should have lived a long and prosperous life.
Why? Why did he meet his end? Where did it all go wrong?