Bai Ou spared no effort, lunging towards Bologue, his jet-black robe covering his body, transforming him into a ghostly Death God.
The cold silver-white Iron Armor stepped forward, carrying the thunder of Ether, like the blazing sun, like Thunder, like fleeting light and shadow.
Swords and blades met!
With the sound of immense metal clashing, arcs of lightning were instantly torn apart, Ether-gathered waves of air surged and rolled, the forces of Injury of Bliss and Flame of the Cauldron intertwined, endless pain like two sharp Iron Needles piercing the brain tissue from the temples. Bologue immediately felt a throbbing pain spread through his limbs and meridians, his chest swelling with turmoil, as if relentlessly hammered by a thousand-pound Heavy Hammer.
