1007 A Life with No Regrets (2/2)
”Man up and defeat it, Mo Wen. If you fail, you'll lose my respect,” the Ink Scaled King bellowed in a rough voice. At the same time, his figure retreated tens of miles in a black flash.
The Jade Xiu King looked towards the cliff. He took a step back as well, moving tens of miles away in the blink of an eye.
The eyes of the two Great Kings slowly. Suddenly, they burst into laughter.
”You're right, I should be congratulating her. I hope Mo Wen succeeds, and he doesn't disappoint the infatuation Multicolor has for him,” the Ink Scaled King commented calmly.
”Perhaps they will. There's nothing stronger than the power of true love, after all.” The Jade Xiu King smiled mildly.
The two of them retreated miles back so as not to disturb Mo Wen, but they also realized that they had given up their final chance. Even if Mo Wen defeated the dead spirit, it would only be him and Multicolor who would escape from here. The two of them would still be left to die here.
To not add to the pressure was probably the only way they could be of help to the other two now.
Mo Wen took one step after another, moving to be right in front of the dead spirit. His eyes were like a Rainbow Glazed Mirror, glistening like the Multicolor Queen: cold, noble, and sacred.
”Another one ready to die.”
The grey-robed dead spirit chuckled darkly. Earlier when the Ink Scaled King had been rescued, it had been filled with an incomparable rage upon losing its sacrifice. This time, there was no way it would allow this human to escape.
Besides, this human seemed rather different. The light coming off of his body, as well as his flesh and blood, were emitting a deeply attractive aura. Its desire was ceaselessly being dragged out of its heart; it had never wanted to consume a person more than it did now.
”Growl of the Dead Spirits.”
The blood-red sickle of the grey-robed dead spirit morphed into a shadow all of a sudden, then appeared in his body in an instant. At the same time, the heaven and the earth seemed to fill with the growls of dead spirits, the sound shaking his soul. The scene before his eyes seemed to have morphed into one from hell. At one glance, it was impossible to tell where the bones of the dead and the malicious-looking dead spirit stopped.
Mo Wen's face was devoid of expressions. The rainbow light in his eyes stirred all of a sudden, morphing into two large, rainbow-colored vortexes.
After the Eye of Enlightenment had morphed with the Multicolor Queen's Heart of Multicolor, it seemed to have undergone some sort of change, shattering the illusion of this world with one look.
The hellscape in front of him vanished without a trace all of a sudden. The soul-shattering souls disappeared as well, and a vivid blood light appeared right in front of Mo Wen. It was the blood-colored sickle.
A ray of thunder manifested in Mo Wen's hand. The next moment, the heaven and earth growled as thunderous clouds gathered. An enormous, immemorial heavenly serpent illusory figure sprawled across the sky. The power of the thunder suddenly released to form the most brilliant light, transforming into lightning that had been condensed to the extreme, striking directly at the blood-colored sickle.
At that moment, all of heaven and earth seemed to have quietened down.
In the next moment, a thunderous sound rang out, and the grey-robed dead spirit was sent flying out.
Mo Wen took a step back. With every step he took, an explosion rang out in the air. It seemed as if the air had burst under the force of his step. The mountain peaks beneath him were crumbling noisily; the Ninth Spirit Mountain was crumbling with every step he took in the air.
”What terrifying strength. The Heart of Multicolor truly lives up to its name!” The Ink Scaled King took a cold breath. Mo Wen, as he was now, could end him in a few moves. It was important to know that the grey-robed dead spirit's cultivation had increased twice from the base cultivation since it was Mo Wen and Multicolor now, and it was even more terrifying than what the Ink Scaled King had gone up against. And yet, Mo Wen sent it flying with just one spear.
”The very moment the Heart of Multicolor is integrated is when it is the strongest. If they do not make it through now, then Mo Wen will stand no chance.” The Jade Xiu King stared steadily at the battlefield in the Ninth Spirit Mountain. The Multicolor Queen's Heart of Multicolor had been contained for hundreds of thousands of years and it was finally about to release its light now.