Chapter 351 - Chapter 351: Chapter 332 Wordless Elder (1/2)
Chapter 351: Chapter 332 Wordless Elder
“Kill me!”
The former Cyart King’s eyes shimmered with determination and decisiveness as if he were prepared to meet death with open arms.
Whether it was by his own volition or because of the “Angel’s Cage” that he had regained his senses, he wasn’t clear, but deep down he knew his moments of clarity were few.
If he didn’t die quickly, he would once again become the enemy’s pawn.
The projection of Duke Black Iron, controlled by Byrne, said nothing. His black wings erupted with countless obsidian feathers, which covered the sky and headed straight for the former Cyart King in an instant.
Each of these black feathers was filled with lethality that even the former Cyart King could not withstand much of.
Of course, if it weren’t for the “Angel’s Cage” taking effect, he would have more than one way to avoid most of the damage.
Chris, having used the “Angel’s Cage,” had instantly lost all his Spiritual Power, but while he hadn’t completely fallen from the sky yet, he threw his blade with all his might at the former Cyart King!
The spinning blade contained immense power, and his determined, indifferent eyes sought to sever the former Cyart King’s head with this full-powered blow!
“Very good.”
The former Cyart King murmured to himself, already accepting the fact that he was about to die.
Just when Byrne, Chris, and others thought they were about to successfully kill that potent enemy, a sudden presence made everyone choke.
This presence was like a terrifying cold current from the deep sea, silently infiltrating every corner of the port, making people feel an inexplicable oppression and fear.
Under the cover of this icy presence, the breaths of many in the port became heavy. The air they breathed seemed to be encased in ice crystals, cold and bone-chilling. This coldness was not only physical but also mental; it was like an invisible sword piercing people’s hearts, making them feel an unprecedented sense of despair!
It was as if endowed with magic power capable of freezing people’s thoughts, binding their souls, and under the influence of this presence, people became silent and slow-witted, as if controlled by some invisible force.
The completely formless icy force blocked in front of the former Cyart King, thoroughly warding off Duke Black Iron’s attack! Those black feathers all froze in place before him, not inching any closer!
“Who is it?”
Byrne’s heart was greatly shocked; his Spiritual Power was also rapidly depleting, the projection of Duke Black Iron he had summoned couldn’t be maintained for much longer!
The failure of that strike was a tremendous loss!
Chris had also completely exhausted his Spiritual Power and was gradually falling from the sky.
He furrowed his brow.
The “Angel’s Cage” had been effective, but the former Cyart King wasn’t killed!
Something was going to happen!
The next moment, a young man in a gray-white robe appeared out of nowhere by the former Cyart King’s side.
It was he who had just blocked every attack that could have destroyed the old king.
The young man in the gray-white robe carried a deadly, quiet aura. With a slender, pale hand, he merely patted the former Cyart King’s shoulder, immediately filling the latter’s eyes with confusion and madness, no longer the clarity of before.
“Aaah! Songster of Tranquility! Please forgive my irreverence!”
The former Cyart King fell back into madness, his hands clutching his head in pain. The silver-white cage around him was fading away, and at this moment, Chris was about to fall to the ground from the sky.
Byrne instinctively thought to use “Instantaneous Transfer” to catch Chris but restrained himself. Chris wouldn’t get hurt even if he fell from the sky, whereas he himself had to conserve Spiritual Power.
Darren caught Chris in the nick of time, incurring some injuries himself.
At this moment, Aldrich had already restrained Aphrodus’s metal automaton, the “Silver Poet,” and turned his head.
“It’s him!”
The citizens also looked up in fear, and nearly everyone in the port focused on that young man at this moment.
They could all feel an extremely terrifying presence!
The air around them seemed to solidify with this presence, heavy as lead, pressing on their chests and making it hard to breathe. The wind carried an indescribable scent, like the icy cold and death of an ancient battlefield, cruel and merciless.
This powerful aura contained a potent energy; every time this presence fluctuated, the surrounding space trembled as if even time slowed before this force.
It was not just a physical oppression but a spiritual intimidation that involuntarily made people feel insignificant, as if they were mere ants before this power, filled with unprecedented fear and powerlessness, as if an invisible hand was firmly clutching their throats, leaving them gasping for air.
The leader of the Words of Tranquility Order, the “Wordless Elder”!
A top-tier, high-level Monarch!
Yet for some reason, they couldn’t see the “Wordless Elder’s” appearance clearly; they just felt very afraid but couldn’t glimpse his true face.
The “Wordless Elder” looked at everyone present coldly, and almost everyone instantly judged that their own power was childishly weak before him.
The gap was just too vast.
Even the former Cyart King, a mid-level Monarch, could put up a fight, but against an authentic high-level Monarch, a top-tier power, who was one of the few in the whole eastern continent! They found the notion of resisting nearly impossible!
Aldrich took a deep breath.
“Because the big barrier was secretly opened by the ‘Silver Poet,’ you were let in, and then you took the opportunity to control the former Cyart King, right?”
Amos fell to the ground in terror, completely overcome by the fearsome presence, unable to move.