The loud crash of the crystal ball struck like a heavy hammer against the entire Dark Castle. As the cracks continued to widen, a surging, violent power erupted from within the crystal ball like an ancient, primeval beast breaking free from its shackles, rushing outward in all directions. Teeming with an aura of destruction, this force instantly shattered the surrounding walls, sending black stones raining down in all directions.
Xu Tiancai gripped the Sword of Creation tightly, its seven-colored light flashing amidst the rain of debris to carve out a safe zone for himself. With a gaze like a burning torch, he stared at the steadily collapsing crystal ball, knowing in his heart that this battle had entered its most critical moment. Every vibration of falling rubble hitting the ground felt like the death throes of the dark power, and he could not afford even a single moment of laxity.
A'gang swung his battle axe, golden Battle Qi blazing like a raging fire as he smashed the approaching debris to pieces one by one. His sturdy figure stood unyielding amidst the dust and smoke, resembling an immovable statue of the God of War. With every swing of his battle axe, a powerful blast of air whipped up, scattering some of the dark fog and clearing everyone's vision just a bit.
Chapter 212