The Lord of Darkness appeared, his immense dark aura spreading through the ruins like ink, making it nearly impossible for anyone to breathe. His eyes were like two deep black holes, seemingly capable of devouring all the light in the world, and within them flickered a fanatical obsession with destruction. His figure was tall and majestic, his black robe whipping violently under the surge of dark power, every sway resembling the Grim Reaper swinging his scythe.
Xu Tiancai and the others felt the terrifying pressure brought by the Lord of Darkness, but there was not the slightest hint of retreat in their eyes. Through their efforts, the power of the Holy Light Incantation had converged to its peak, and the golden light shone stubbornly amid the surrounding darkness, like a newborn sun.
"Even if you have come, we will not let you succeed!" Xu Tiancai roared, his voice echoing through the ruins with an indomitable will. Although his body was on the verge of its limit and every inch of his skin felt as though it were being scorched by raging fire, he still gripped the Crystal of the Heart of Light tightly, infusing his very last drop of Vital Force into the Holy Light Incantation. Guided by him, the Power of Darkness and Light—no, the power of light surged toward the Lord of Darkness like a rushing river; it was the light of their final hope.
Chapter 188