King's Awakening-Chapter 808 - : Saint Isaac

Chapter 808 -808: Saint Isaac

“Saint, Isaac!”

After once again perceiving the life of a saint, White Mitchell’s spirit was already almost exhausted.

However, White Mitchell knew that this was exactly the time when he could not slacken.

Breakthrough was imminent!

If he gave up at this moment, God knows when the next opportunity for a breakthrough would come.

What he lacked the most right now was time. Only by swiftly elevating his realm and strengthening his strength could he let those hundred thousand brothers and sisters survive safely in this Forbidden Land, and live to leave!

Upon thinking of this, White Mitchell’s gaze once again became resolute and he directly entered the life of the next saint.

White Mitchell was an ordinary young scholar living in a beautiful small town. Although his family was poor, he was full of longing and passion for the practice of martial arts.

In White Mitchell’s hometown, there was an ancient cave, rumored to house a sacred book of immortal law. Success in its practice would grant the power of eternal life. Hearing this legend, White Mitchell decided to find this book and practice to become an invincible martial artist.

Thus, White Mitchell left his hometown, ready to embark on his journey of cultivation. On his adventure, he met a mysterious immortal and received an ancient sacred book of the Immortal Law. Overwhelmed with excitement and curiosity, he decided to personally practice this immortal law and pursue higher martial arts realms.

However, White Mitchell didn’t know that at the same time he got the secret book, an evil villain was secretly watching him. This villain, named Landon, was a master of evil skills. Hearing that White Mitchell wanted to practice the supreme immortal law, he was jealous of his opportunity.

Landon decided to rob the secret book from White Mitchell and seek more powerful strength for himself. Using his evil skill, he relentlessly followed the footsteps of White Mitchell.

White Mitchell didn’t know he had become a target for Landon, he devotedly practised the supreme immortal law. The cultivation method recorded in the secret book was extremely difficult, requiring him to continuously train his body and will, experiencing various hardships in order to gain real power. White Mitchell practiced painfully but firmly, full of hope for the robust power in the future.

Meanwhile, Landon was closing in on White Mitchell. He used his evil skills to deceive many passers-by, turning them into his minions, hidden around White Mitchell, waiting for an opportunity to take action.

When White Mitchell arrived at an ancient valley, he began to feel a strange aura. He sensed someone secretly watching him, but wasn’t able to detect a specific threat. He even found an old temple in the valley with a statue of a Taoist Lord. White Mitchell decided to practice here for a while, looking for deeper cultivation opportunities.

Before long, White Mitchell began his practice in the valley. He studied the supreme immortal law every day, gradually having a grasp over his strength. However, Landon had not given up his pursuit. Leading a group of minions, he quietly snuck into the valley, intending to snatch the secret book from White Mitchell.

One day, while White Mitchell was practicing in the temple, he suddenly sensed Landon’s aura. White Mitchell immediately interrupted his practice, prepared to deal with the impending danger.

Landon and his minions entered the temple, a fierce battle was about to begin. White Mitchell used the martial arts he learned and engaged in intense competition with Landon. However, Landon’s evil skill was extremely powerful, making their fight extremely intense.

White Mitchell felt he lacked the strength to contend with Landon, he quickly thought of a strategy. He decided to use the power of the Taoist Lord statue in the valley to fight against Landon.

White Mitchell jumped in front of the Taoist Lord statue, put his hands together, and began to chant. The Taoist Lord statue began to shine, and a strong divine power flowed into White Mitchell’s body.

White Mitchell’s power surged several times stronger in an instant. He roared, shaking the earth and sky, and pounced on Landon. Chaos ensued. White Mitchell used his ultimate moves, each seemingly attached with divine awe, forcing Landon and his minions to continuously retreat.

Landon was startled to find the sudden increase in White Mitchell’s strength, feeling somewhat inferior in front of his evil skill. He hurriedly counterattacked, constantly using his learned killing moves.

However, White Mitchell easily dissolved Landon’s moves. He had perfect control of the divine power obtained from the Taoist Lord statue. Their moves intertwined, making the scene extremely fierce.

Landon sensed that he was at a disadvantage and decided to unleash his strongest evil skill. He bit his own tongue, spewed blood, and began chanting. The air was filled with an eerie bloody scent, and a huge dark vortex appeared in front of Landon. The weird spiritual energy plunged the whole valley into darkness.

White Mitchell felt he was being restrained by the power of darkness. He did not dare to be careless and quickly used the Divine Power Secret to unlock the bondage. He instantly released a beam of bright light, breaking the dark restraints.

Now, the situation was completely reversed. White Mitchell boldly launched a counterattack. He used the ultimate kill in Supreme Immortal Law, which was like a barrage of arrows, unstoppable. Each move was accompanied by a powerful divine might, forcing Landon and his henchmen to retreat constantly.

Landon began to feel despair. He recognized that he was no match for White Mitchell. Constantly retreating, he tried to find an opportunity to escape. However, White Mitchell did not give him any chance to rest. Predicting Landon’s retreating trajectory precisely, he moved closer step by step.

In the end, White Mitchell’s fist hit Landon’s chest, causing him to scream. Landon flew out and hit the wall of the temple. Blood gushed out instantly. He tried hard to stand up, but his body could no longer support his evil power.

White Mitchell walked up to Landon with a sneer, his eyes was full of indifference and mockery: “How about it? Can that bit of evil power still allow you to resist?”

Landon gritted his teeth and struggled to get up, a fierce look flashed in his eyes: “You self-righteous fool, don’t get too cocky!”

The evil power in his body suddenly erupted, instantly turning into a dark killing fire, enveloping his body. The dark killing fire gleamed with a mysterious light, as if it possessed the endless power of slaughter.

White Mitchell could not help but feel a sense of oppression. He stared closely at Landon, cautiously activating the Divine Power Secret, ready to fight. The wind in the valley at this time became increasingly biting, as if the air itself was polluted by the evil force.

Landon’s figure became unclear, resembling a demon born from the darkness. A red longsword suddenly appeared in his hand, and dark energy twined around the sword. With extreme agility, he launched a rapid attack and engaged in fierce battle with White Mitchell.

Their sword moves intersected, moving too fast to catch with the eye. White Mitchell, seeing the unfavorable situation, immediately urged his divine power. His body burst out with dazzling light. With a single footstep, his figure moved at lightning speed, almost turning into a beam of light.

Despite Landon’s speed, he could not escape from White Mitchell’s pursuit. Enraged, the evil power inside him surged wildly as he performed the Dance of the Demon.

The sword light instantly spread, and the dazzling blood-red light illuminated the entire valley. The evil power reached its peak at this moment, like being possessed by the Lord of Darkness.

White Mitchell’s face changed slightly. Sensing the danger, he tightly held his longsword while his divine power surged wildly. He decisively faced Landon, and their sword moves intertwined once again, causing intense energy fluctuations in the air.

The wind in the valley grew wilder and wilder. Accompanied by the rumble of thunder, it seemed as if the entire world was mourning for this life-and-death battle. White Mitchell felt the pressure increasing. Suddenly, he blasted out with his fist, creating a shockwave that resonated with the surrounding space, against Landon’s sword aura.

When their forces collided, the entire valley trembled, and the surrounding trees were shaken into powder. White Mitchell felt a strong invisible pressure attacking him, but he gritted his teeth and faced it resolutely.

Landon, on the other hand, showed a smirk of triumph. He thought he had the upper hand. The evil power constantly surged into his body, making him feel incredibly powerful.

However, White Mitchell suddenly burst out with a new power, and his body emitted a dazzling white light. His fist pounded down like a thunderbolt, heavily bombarding Landon’s sword aura.

With a booming noise, the whole valley shook. White Mitchell’s punch actually shattered Landon’s sword aura condensed by the evil power, causing him great surprise.

Landon looked at White Mitchell in shock, a trace of fear faintly visible in his eyes. He didn’t expect the divine power within White Mitchell to be so strong that it could contend with his evil force.

White Mitchell didn’t give him any breathing space. Flashing his figure, he instantly appeared in front of Landon. The longsword in his hand, like a flash of lightning, stabbed towards his chest.

Landon quickly dodged, but White Mitchell, as if anticipating this, quickly adjusted his attack and aimed for Landon’s leg.

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Landon hurriedly lifted his sword to defend, but in a split second, he felt a huge force coming his way, and his entire body was flung out.

“Such mere Evil Force, it is not enough!” White Mitchell sneered arrogantly, rapidly chasing after.

Landon hastily adjusted his posture, stabilized his figure, and a hint of madness flashed in his eyes. He once again stimulated the Evil Force within him, enveloping his whole body in Dark Killing Fire.

“White Mitchell, you cannot defeat me!” Landon shouted sternly.

A trace of disdain flashed in White Mitchell’s eyes. He did not retreat, but instead stepped forward, with the longsword in his hand radiating dazzling light.

The two clashed again, with sword techniques flying all over the place and sword shadows crisscrossing, covering the entire valley in a intense wave of energy.

Their power grew increasingly stronger, and every collision sparked brilliant sparks. White Mitchell, relying on his strong Divine Power, slowly gained the upper hand in the confrontation with Landon.

Landon felt gradually suppressed, and although his Evil Force was fierce, it was unable to shake the Holy Power emanating from White Mitchell.

“Impossible, White Mitchell, you actually possess such a formidable power!” Landon, enraged to the point of laughter, his furious momentum once again surged.

Swinging his large sleeve, a stream of black air instantly solidified, flying quickly towards White Mitchell like a demon.

White Mitchell did not back down. He stepped forward, his longsword cleaved through the air like a raging wind, colliding intensely with the black air current.

An intense wave of energy erupted, sweeping the entire valley into it, causing a sands storm and scattering rocks.

At this moment, both of them were deeply entangled in a life-and-death struggle, with no intention of backing down.

Their eyes were both burning with fighting spirit and determination, determined to fight till the last moment with all their strength.

White Mitchell waved the longsword in his hand, creating a dazzling sword light that tore through the sky, shredding through the obstruction of the black airy current, approaching Landon.

Landon’s eyes widened, and as White Mitchell’s figure rapidly drew closer, he suddenly leaped, his body forming a black shadow, instantly disappeared from his original location.

White Mitchell’s eyes were firmly locked on Landon’s movement. He knew his opponent had not escaped but had deployed some kind of mysterious skill.

Just as White Mitchell was on his guard, he suddenly felt a wave of cold coming. He instinctively sidestepped to avoid it. The biting cold brushed past his body, leaving only a small scratch.

Landon reappeared, frost condensed on the sword in his hand, glinting with cold light.

“Looks like you still have some weight.” White Mitchell scoffed coldly, his Divine Power surged, his body emitting a dazzling light in an instant, as large as a Divine Mountain.

His voice echoed in the valley: “Landon, do you think the Evil Force can overcome everything? My Divine Sword could barely resist.”

White Mitchell leapt into the air, pushing his power to the peak. His sword moves became faster and sharper, each sword swing brought up a flurry of sword light, falling like a storm.

Landon maintained his composure in the face of danger, wielding his sword directionlessly, breaking through the air, creating a scattering of cold light.

The sword moves of two intertwined, the sword light and blade aura crisscrossed, and the intense energy fluctuation instantly obliterated the trees and rocks in the valley.

Their figures crisscrossed in the air for an instant, then both landed on the ground at the same time.

White Mitchell’s long hair was disheveled by the wind, his face was somber, and a trace of disbelief showed in his eyes.

Meanwhile, Landon’s mouth curved in a cold smile, his robes were in tatters, but his eyes were as red as blood.

“White Mitchell, you are still so powerful, no matter how hard I try, I cannot break your defense.” Landon said coldly.

“Let’s see how long can you hold on!” White Mitchell shouted in a low voice, his Holy Power surged again, and his figure flashed like a bolt of lightning, shooting towards Landon.

Landon’s heart shuddered, and he stimulated the Evil Force within him to engage in close combat with White Mitchell.

The intertwining of Divine Power and Evil Force made the atmosphere in the valley extremely tense. The air was filled with a pungent sulphuric smell, as if it had been cursed by a demon from heaven.

Their figures intertwined, and each attack was like a power collision capable of shattering the heavens and the earth, shaking the entire valley.

After a brief respite, Landon once again mobilized his eerie skill, his figure suddenly turned into a phantom, quickly evading White Mitchell’s attack.

“You still have such a trick!” White Mitchell flashed a look of anger, quickly adjusting his posture, thrusting his longsword again at Landon.

Landon’s eyes were cold, his swordsmanship turned to defense, and instantaneously swung his sword, turning into a silver light to block White Mitchell’s attack.

When the sword light met with the sword light, a series of sparks exploded. The speed of their movements was extreme, and each attack was filled with destructive power.

Their figures flickered rapidly, like agile panthers, each attack conjured a gust of wind, stirring up a storm of dust.

In the clash of swords, the earth in the valley began to tremble, rocks crumbled, and mountains swayed precariously.

White Mitchell felt his power becoming increasingly abundant, and a strong passion surged in his heart. He was determined to use all his strength to defeat Landon, so that he could never threaten himself and those he protected.

“White Mitchell, today’s battle shall lead to a life or death situation!” Landon shouted coldly, not holding back at all, launching his attacks.

His swordsmanship was unpredictable, and it seemed that every strike could find the slightest flaw in White Mitchell’s defense. Although his power was inferior to White Mitchell, he was able to use his skills and speed to shift the situation into his favor.

Their combat was spreading as fiercely as a wild fire, their crimson blood stained their blades, and every slash and stab brimmed with infinite killing intent.

The intense combat lasted for several hours, their bodies were already covered with scars, yet there was no sign of stopping.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a loud noise, and the entire valley instantly brightened.

People looked up and saw a massive Magic Array appeared in the sky.

It was a huge Magic Array that emitted dazzling light, like the sun, making it impossible to look directly at it.

“What is this?” White Mitchell exclaimed in surprise, paused, and stared intently at the Magic Array.

Landon also slowed down his movements, a hint of confusion flashing through his eyes.

Just then, a voice emanated from the magic array, “Landon and White Mitchell, your battle has threatened the safety of the entire world. I am the guardian of this world, and I will end your battle with my power.”

As these words were spoken, a burst of light spurted from the magic array, heading straight for Landon and White Mitchell.

The two temporarily put down their weapons, looking up with eyes filled with caution.

The light shrouded them, with intense energy pouring out, forming a huge energy vortex around them.

White Mitchell clenched his teeth, his body radiating dazzling light, ready to take action.

Landon calmed down, silently gathering the Evil Force, providing himself with stronger defense.

The tense atmosphere between the two was filled with a robust scent of fight. White Mitchell seemed to be enveloped in a shield glowing with white light, his eyes lit with firm and fervent determination.

On the contrary, Landon gradually gained a layer of dark shadow, like an embodiment of darkness, with a hint of contempt and cruelty in his eyes.

White Mitchell stared at the partner who had once fought side by side with him, filled with endless confusion and pain. He had once thought that he could save Landon and keep him away from the path of evil, but now it seemed that it was all a beautiful illusion.

“Landon, why did you choose darkness?” White Mitchell’s voice carried a hint of sorrow and helplessness. “We were once friends, fighting for justice together, why did you choose this evil path?”

Landon’s lips curled into a cold smile, “White Mitchell, you’re too naive. Justice? Ha, it’s just an excuse for the weak. Only the strong can stand against the world. I chose darkness because it gives me power, making me the ruler of this world!”

As soon as his words fell, an evil aura emanated from Landon, and the power of the demon converged into a black blade.

White Mitchell took a deep breath. He knew that this battle would determine their fate. He prayed again, sincerely for divine power to defeat Landon and bring his partner back.

At the same time, the glow on his body became even brighter, his eyes more resolute. Between his fingers, arrows of light condensed, forming a massive globe of light.

In a deep voice, White Mitchell said, “Landon, I give you one last chance. Turn back now! Otherwise, I won’t hold back!”

Landon sneered, wielding the blade with Evil Force towards White Mitchell, who countered with the globe of light.

The intense collision echoed through heaven and earth, engulfing the atmosphere with screeching sparks of fire. The powers intermingled in midair in a fierce spectacle.

White Mitchell and Landon’s figures flickered in the air, their extraordinary strengths on display as they attacked and collided time after time.

White Mitchell dodged Landon’s blade deftly, relying on his sharp intuition and his skilled martial arts. His precise light arrows found their marks against Landon’s flaws.

Landon, forced into a retreat by White Mitchell’s attacks, had a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes. He knew he couldn’t keep getting hit passively, or else he would be cornered by White Mitchell and meet certain death.

The dark power in Landon’s eyes surged, and the black shadow spread around him, forming an unshakeable dark shield. He brandished his blade, launching frenzied attacks at White Mitchell, each filled with destructive intent.

White Mitchell radiated bright light, firing arrows like a rainstorm at Landon, but always blocked by the black shield. He moved nimbly, avoiding Landon’s attacks, and continually adjusting his tactics and rhythm.

Landon’s offensive tactics were intensifying. He was swinging his deadly blade with powerful slashes that seemed to be tearing the whole space apart. White Mitchell felt an unprecedented amount of pressure, and he knew if this went on, he wouldn’t be able to hang on much longer.

A surge of almighty energy started to circulate within White Mitchell’s body, offering him endless strength. He launched a whole new offensive strategy. With both his hands quickly forming a seal, a burst of radiance erupted in the air forming a gigantic Light Shield. The shield swiftly expanded, fully encompassing White, providing him with thorough protection.

Seeing this, Landon scoffed. Gripping his deadly blade, he fiercely hacked at the Light Shield. But no matter how hard he tried, his deadly blade was unable to tear through the Light Shield, only leaving deep gouges on its surface.

White Mitchell seized this opportunity. His body started spinning rapidly as he formed a seal with his hands, and countless beams of light merged, forming a massive halo of light. Like twinkling stars inside the halo, the solid energy violently collided with the fluorescent lights, producing a terrifying surge of power.

Feeling the imminent danger, Landon gritted his teeth, with his body surging with dark power, his dark shield became more robust. Activating his Power of Darkness, he swung his deadly blade, trying to fend off White Mitchell’s onslaught.

The light halo swiftly approached Landon and collided fiercely with the dark shield, causing a deafening impact sound. The confrontation between darkness and light, comparable to a destructive collision triggered by the earth and sky, caused the entire space to shake violently.

In an instant, the light halo punctured the dark shield, shattering Landon’s defense and rushing straight towards him. A bit of fear flashed in Landon’s eyes as he made every effort to evade the light halo, but still, he was slashed by it, leaving a blood-drenched wound.

Sharp pain provoked Landon, but he showed no signs of retreating but instead kindled an even stronger fighting spirit. He roared in anger, his dark power surging violently, the dark shield reformed, and his wounds rapidly healed.

White Mitchell, with his cold eyes gleaming, radiated a brilliant light while the Light Shield gradually dispersed. He knew that the assault from the light halo didn’t defeat Landon. The battle had just begun.

Once again, they engaged fiercely, with Landon continuously swinging his deadly blade and launching frenzied attacks. White Mitchell, using his speed and agility, continuously dodged and tried to find Landon’s weaknesses.

Their figures swiftly maneuvered in the sky, swords clashed, emitting dazzling radiance and a piercing sound on collision. The meshing of the power of darkness and light formed an extensive and intensive spectacle.

As the battle progressed, Landon gradually realized that his strength paled in comparison to White Mitchell. Although his dark power was formidable, it seemed extraordinarily fragile in front of the light. He continued to roar, madly stirring his Power of Darkness, attempting to turn the tables.

Seeing this, White Mitchell smirked internally, his aura brighter than ever. The Power of Light flowed continuously into his body, providing him with even greater strength. The radiance engulfing his body finally merged into a beam of light that was incredibly radiant.

The radiant beam of light, resembling the sun, kindled despair in Landon when he laid eyes on it. He realized that under this beam of light, there wasn’t any escape for him. However, he harbored no thoughts of giving up, but rather, he swung his deadly blade even more wildly, attempting to stop the beam of light.

After the darkness dissipated, a surreal aura once again filled the air. White Mitchell furrowed his brow and looked up, only to see Landon reappear in front of him.

Landon’s situation had entirely changed, he was radiating a strong Dark Aura, his eyes peculiar, resembling the abyss. He sneered and said softly, “White Mitchell, do you still think you can defeat me like this? I’ve become invincible!”

White Mitchell’s gaze was profoundly deep, feeling the enhancement of the dark power in Landon’s body, an unprecedented pressure surged within him. He knew that this face-off would be even more challenging and strenuous. But the determination and confidence in his steadfast eyes contained no trace of retreat.

The battle continued, with darkness and light interlacing again, forming a stunning yet brutal spectacle. Each of White Mitchell’s attacks was instilled with resolve and power, while Landon became more ferocious and crafty.

The intensity of their battle escalated, and the whole scene was shaken by their power. Terrifying energy emerged, and the entire land seemed to be drawn into this life-and-death battle.

Thunderbolts exploded, flames blazed profusely, the enormous power tore apart the space, causing a sound as loud as a roar.

White Mitchell, with agile movements, deftly dodged Landon’s attacks. He continuously released a flurry of sword and blade lights, shattering the dark energy one after another, but Landon’s power did not diminish. Instead, it kept growing. Dark fog continuously emitted from him, pervading the entire battlefield.

White Mitchell’s heart tightened, realizing that he must defeat his opponent in a short time. Otherwise, he might not be able to resist the corrosion of Landon’s dark power. He focused his mind and fully unleashed his power. The blade light was like lightning, the Sword Qi like a rainbow, as if a Heaven God had descended.

Landon let out a low growl, the dark energy roared on his body, transformed into a giant Dark Dragon, lunging at White Mitchell with bared fangs and brandished claws. White Mitchell took a step, his figure instantly vanished, reappearing on top of the Dark Dragon’s head. He swung his Spirit Sword and slashed at the Dark Dragon’s throat.

The Dark Dragon let out a tragic roar; dark mists filled the air as it transformed into countless shards scattering in the sky. Landon wavered but did not fall, his eyes becoming even more fanatical.

“Don’t you understand? I’ve transcended the limits of humanity to become the dark emissary!” Landon growled through gritted teeth. Dark energy ran roughshod over his body, gradually forming a pitch-black armor surrounded by black flames.

White Mitchell frowned slightly; Landon’s dark power was growing stronger, and past methods were no longer enough to defeat him. He stared at the friend who once saved his life, his heart filled with confusion and pain.

But could he back down? He was steadfast in his mission to protect humanity from the invasion of dark forces. He took a deep breath and resolutely declared, “Landon, I won’t give up on you. You were once my friend, and I will surely save you from the darkness!”

As White Mitchell finished speaking, his white robe suddenly emanated an eye-catching light, as hot as the sun and exuding an overwhelming power. His Spirit Sword also morphed, radiating a sacred aura.

“Holy Light Sword!” White Mitchell whispered under his breath, his Spirit Sword transformed into a blade of light, tearing through the sky and shooting toward Landon.

Landon’s eyes narrowed as he detected the immense energy radiating from White Mitchell. Without any hesitation, he summoned his most potent dark power. A gigantic Dark Hand descended from the sky, its palm condensing a massive Dark Orb from the eerie and deadly dark power.

The Dark Orb collided with the Holy Light Sword shattering the space, unleashing destructive forces. The explosions echoed, their shockwaves sweeping across the land. Mountains crumbled, the ground exploded, and each collision brought endless power.

White Mitchell moved agilely, darting lightly in the sky, deftly evading the onslaught of the dark power. His eyes sparkled with determination, fearlessly meeting Landon’s attacks.

“The power of darkness will ultimately lose to the cleansing of holy light!” White Mitchell gritted his teeth, and the Holy Light Sword in his hand shone even more brilliantly. He gathered all his strength, lunging at Landon.

Landon sneered, the Dark Orb unleashed even more potent energy, echoing even louder as it clashed with the Holy Light Sword. Utilizing the control of the dark power, the Dark Hand boldly blocked White Mitchell’s attack, gaining the upper hand.

The fight became intenser, myriad attacks intertwining to form a spectacle of fierce combat. The surrounding airflow shifted chaotically under the intense energy fluctuations, the air filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder.

White Mitchell danced through the skies like a Spirit Ape; his Spirit Sword shimmered brilliantly in his hand, like a star. With his exceptional swordsmanship, he weaved deftly through the air, seeking a weak spot in the Dark Hand’s defences.

Landon, on the other hand, held his own against White Mitchell using the mighty power of the Dark Hand. His gaze was icy, continually feeding dark power into the Dark Orb, making it horrifyingly gigantic. He relentlessly increased his offense, intending to defeat White Mitchell.

Time passed every second; both of their bodies were covered in scars, but their fighting spirit was still high, not retreating. They tangled with each other in the sky. Each collision brought about terrifying energy fluctuations, tearing the surrounding space to shreds.

Suddenly, White Mitchell felt a wave of fatigue. His body felt weak; he knew it was due to the fight but had no intention of retreating. He clenched his teeth, gathering his last bit of strength, ready to deliver a lethal blow.

“Power of Holy Light, illuminate the darkness!” He cried, all the energy in his body converging on the Holy Light Sword in his hand. The sword emitted dazzling rays of light, like a resplendent rainbow streaking across the sky.

Charging headlong at the Dark Hand, his Sword and the Dark Orb collide again, erupting in a more terrifying energy fluctuation. This time, White Mitchell felt his power more robust than ever, his body teeming with endless energy.

“Impossible!” Landon watched in shock as the Holy Light Sword shredded the Dark Hand through its brilliant radiance.

A determination sparked in White Mitchell’s eyes; he seized the opportunity to launch another attack. His swordsmanship became even sharper, each strike aimed precisely at Landon’s vulnerable spots, forcing him into retreat.

Landon found himself in a perilous situation; the dark power was no longer a match for the Holy Light Sword. He could only enhance the Dark Orb’s power in an attempt to withstand White Mitchell’s intense onslaught.

The Dark Orb grew larger and radiated terrifying dark energy. Like a pitch-black night sky, it devoured all light. White Mitchell analyzed the Dark Orb’s power calmly and adjusted his battle strategy. He knew he couldn’t drag this any longer; he had to defeat Landon before the Dark Orb reached its peak.

Suddenly, White Mitchell felt a surge of powerful energy emanating from within him, and looking up, he discovered that a holy light was emanating beside him. As it turned out, he had triggered his Power of Holy Light.

White Mitchell’s eyes sparkled with determination, knowing that this was his chance to defeat Landon. With a light step, he swiftly flew toward the Dark Orb.

As White Mitchell neared the Dark Orb, his Holy Light Sword suddenly burst into a bright glow. The sword tip streaked across the sky like a meteor, thrusting toward the Dark Orb.

The collision of the Dark Orb and the Holy Light Sword produced a massive roar, as energy fluctuations surged. The dark forces initially suppressed the Power of Holy Light, but as White Mitchell employed his Sacred Energy, the tide began to turn.

White Mitchell felt another surge of power within him, restoring his strength of light. He wielded the Holy Light Sword incessantly, its blade flowing with bright sacred light, shining like a brilliant neon rainbow.

Landon gradually felt powerless, realizing that he couldn’t resist White Mitchell’s onslaught. The Dark Hand started to shatter under the Holy Light Sword, and the Dark Orb started to fade.

White Mitchell relentlessly pursued Landon, stabbing his sword towards the source of the darkness one thrust at a time. His Holy Light Sword was incredibly powerful; each stab caused Landon to roar in agony.

Finally, White Mitchell’s sword pierced the Dark Orb, causing the dark forces to collapse instantly. Landon was propelled backward by the enormous recoil, falling crashing to the ground, blood everywhere.

There stood White Mitchell, his aura beaming like a rainbow. He looked at the fallen Landon, his eyes flickering with hints of reluctance.

“You really lost.” White Mitchell slowly walked to Landon’s side, gripping his Holy Light Sword, preparing to deliver the final blow.

Landon raised his head, his face twisted in anger and helplessness. He realized that he had been defeated by the Holy Light, that his dark forces could no longer rival White Mitchell, the world’s savior.

“One day you self-proclaimed righteous people will regret your choices,” Landon said through gritted teeth.

White Mitchell smiled slightly, gripping his sword hilt, ready to deliver the final blow. But just as he was about to strike, a wave of intense dizziness hit him, and he lost his balance.

“What’s going on?” White Mitchell looked around in surprise. He saw a gem in the sky radiating an orange glow, emitting a powerful, mysterious energy.

White Mitchell felt increasingly heavy, he had to stop his attack and prepare for the imminent danger.

At that moment, a figure descended from the sky, tall and muscular, radiating a savage power. He held a giant axe and mercilessly hacked at White Mitchell.

White Mitchell quickly raised his sword to block the fierce chop of the giant axe. But the opponent’s power was astounding, and White Mitchell felt as if he was being crushed by a mountain, finding it hard to resist.

The giant axe clashed violently with the Holy Light Sword, sparking a fierce flash. Their battle caused the entire space to tremble, the light boiled, and energy surged.

White Mitchell widened his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing—a powerful enemy who appeared out of nowhere, disrupting his fight with Landon.

“Who are you?” White Mitchell asked, his tone laced with caution.

The enemy lifted his giant axe, coldly gazing at White Mitchell. “I’m here to complete my mission. You are nothing but an obstacle. You should die!”

White Mitchell’s heart sank, understanding that he was about to face an even tougher battle. But he did not retreat, knowing that only by defeating the enemy before him could he continue to protect the peace and justice of this world.