612 The Final Silence (1/2)

A battle between two warriors at such a high level was about claiming natural energy. By then, Li Zhedao had dominated the energy flow from all directions, turning the very air into Patroclus' deadliest enemy.

The immortals were shocked by the development as dread gripped their hearts. If Patroclus couldn't overcome this human warrior, no one could.

Although both Patroclus' soul energy and physical condition had surpassed Li Zhedao, once the Einherjar had found the divine path, he was no longer a human.

At least at this very moment, he was not a human, since only a god could use the divine power.

As the energy was concentrated in the cyclone, the airflow started to gain some substance. After a few seconds, a spinning white ball appeared in the air. Its surface was suffused with a milky white brightness. This was a murder machine netted using natural elements.

Regardless of how long Patroclus' soul energy could last, this spinning ball would not stop until it had completed Li Zhedao's bidding.

Li Zhedao had a grim look in his eyes. The attack he unleashed came with a hefty price, and it could only be used once every so often. However, Li Zhedao conceded that there was no better time to use it than now.

If he could kill Patroclus, he'd be able to meet his ancestors in the underworld with pride and dignity.

Everyone lived for a reason regardless of what other people thought of it, even if the reason was a lie. After all, how many people could really tell a lie from the truth of their lives?

As pressure mounted on Patroclus, his soul energy ebbed away. Without the support of the natural energy, Patroclus would not last long under such an overbearing attack.

The Blade of Vayu had already pierced through the glowing ball and thrust at Patroclus.

Clank!

KOM!

Rays of silver light lanced upward, threatening to pierce the clouds. As the silvery lance and the Blade of Vayu collided, the lance multiplied itself as if a lotus flower was blooming, each petal a shiny, sharp tip of a lance. Before the smear of silver congealed into one single solid lance, the lotus petals suddenly shot forward at Li Zhedao, who was forced to take a few steps back.

”Einherjar Li, we have just started,” Patroclus said with a wry smile. However, he staggered slightly as if the impact had thrown him off balance.

While Li Zhedao marveled at Patroclus's resilience, he wagered that Patroclus would fall to the ground with one more blow of the divine strike.

He squeezed the blade and started the divine attack again. Patroclus was unfazed by the second attack as he spoke with a relaxed voice, ”As the divine lord, I have an ability that I seldom use. I can copy any moves that land on me, even if it is a divine strike.”

KOM!

With that, Patroclus executed the exact same move as an even brighter white glob appeared in front of him. It was even hungrier for power than the one across the field. As it devoured the natural energies around him, it created ripples of deadly energy waves. Many golden dark ones who were caught off guard by their leader's sudden move were sliced into pieces.

As the two warriors battled for the control of natural energy, they created a huge anomaly in the balance of energy. Massive storm clouds generated thunderclaps above the battlefield, the clouds roiling angrily as they were lighted up by flashes of lightning. It seemed that the world was going to end in a violent clash, in which a new balance of energy would be created.

KOM!

A violent explosion arose; Li Zhedao and Patroclus remained where they were, but both of them were injured. However, unlike Li Zhedao, whose injuries were permanent, Patroclus' wounds healed in an instant.

Li Zhedao started to sense the urgency of the situation. He reckoned that he had to do away with Patroclus soon before he got weakened further.

Li Zhedao could feel it in him that the injuries were draining his vitality away. He needed to act now.

Another gale came up along with a roar. Li Zhedao pointed his blade at the roiling clouds as lighting slithered down and sent a pulse of energy into the blade. Patroclus simply watched as if he was enjoying a wonderful show.

”This is the ultimate coup de grace of the tactics of Vayu, isn't it? It's a sacrifice, a suicide. It's beautiful, but ineffective nonetheless.” Patroclus muttered to himself. Meanwhile, he commanded his Zerg army to pull as further back as possible.