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Making 719
Making 719
Boom!
The air trembled with their attacks.
The devil king’s broadsword, enveloped in swirling black energy struck down like lightning toward Gilmore.
It seemed the blade, wrapped in its dark aura, would imminently decapitate Gilmore.
But in a split second, Gilmore’s eyes sparkled with a sharp gleam.
He moved his hand, fast as lightning, to strike.
Swoosh!
His bare hand met the razor–sharp blade.
The devil king, atop his flying steed, couldn’t help but show a trace of delight in his eyes.
His Devil Soul Blade was famed for shattering even the finest of spiritual weapons.
For Gilmore to counter it with his bare hand was akin to walking straight into the jaws of death.
Surely, his hand would be severed at the wrist.
But just as the devil king reveled in his anticipated triumph, a stunning scene unfolded. Gilmore’s palm struck, and in at flash, like a bolt from the blue, his two fingers clamped onto the descending blade.
The air seemed to freeze around them.
Everyone watching was struck dumb with amazement,
Gilmore had actually stopped the Devil Soul Blade with just two fingers.
The devil king on horseback widened his eyes in disbelief.
His blade, which could easily cleave the finest spiritual weapons, had been caught between Gilmore’s two fingers?
The scene before him completely shattered his sense of reality.
His eyes blazed wish defiance and anger.
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Channeling all his core energy, the devil king found the black aura around his Devil Soul Blade growing even denser.
The air around him thickened with a terrifying and suffocating ura.
He was gearing up to unleash his full power, aiming to take down Gilmore with his Devil Soul Blade.
But when he exerted his full strength, intending to send Gilmore to his doom, he shockingly discovered that the Devil Soul Blade in his hand, as if rooted in place, refused to drop an inch further.
Gilmore’s two fingers, as if endowed with infinite divine power, rendered the devil king’s formidable abilities utterly
incllective.
This realization struck terror in the heart of the devil king. Despite exerting all his energy and the power of his Devil Soul Blade, he couldn’t make Gilmore’s fingers flinch even in the slightest.
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To the devil king, this was a crushing blow.
As the devil king reeled from this shock, with a sudden snap, his Devil Soul Blade broke into two pieces.
Following this, Gilmore’s fingers snapped the great sword in half, and he then swiftly struck with his palm.
His palm landed squarely on the devil king’s chest, sending him Blying away like a kite with its string cut, screaming as he
went.
Meanwhile, Gilmore leaped up and swiftly mounted the devil king’s flying steed.
Around him, a dozen other devil kings, who had surrounded Gilmore, snapped back to their senses.
They immediately shouted, “Attack together!”
Then, the dozen devil kings, spurring their flying steeds and brandishing swords, lunged at Gilmore.
Facing the onslaught of these devil kings, Gilmore remained unflustered and rode forward to meet them head–on.
Bang!
One of the devil kings charged first, his spiritual sword slashing towards Gilmore.
Yet, facing the oncoming blade, Gilmore didn’t even blink. His response was as quick as a flash of lightning.
Swoosh!
With a blindingly fast move, Gilmore disarmed the devil king, snatching the spiritual sword right out of his hands. In the next instant, Gilmore countered with a swift strike of the sword..
Swoosh!
Blood spattered.
A scream pierced the air as the devil king, now disarmed by Gilmore, was swiftly cut down beneath his horse.
Seeing another of their comrades fall, the remaining devil kings eyes blazed with unbridled fury.
They charged at Gilmore, their swords and blades flashing like cold lightning.
Gilmore, with the spiritual sword in his hand, unleashed its power. His swordplay was like a rainbow slicing through the air, wreaking havoc inevery direction.
The sword’s energy stirred a tempest, and amidst this maelstrom, the martialists from the Dragon Sect and demon cultivators, could only see Gilmore and about a dozen devil kings entangled in a fierce battle atop their flying steeds.
Lights and shadows intertwined, and the clanging of swords was incessant. Waves of intimidating energy–a mix of sword force, killing intent, and battle spirit–erupted from the heart of this tumultuous clash.
From this chaotic maelstrom of conflict, screams echoed, signifying that warriors were being slashed from their steeds and plummeting through the sky.
Spencer, Lilian, Claire, Helene, and others from the Dragon Sect watched with hearts in their mouths, worried for Gilmore. However, they soon realized that those being cut down and falling from the sky were devil kings, not Gilmore.
But as long as the battle raged on, their anxiety couldn’t be quelled.
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To the devil king, this was a crushing blow,
As the devil king reeled from this shock, with a sudden snap, his Devil Soul Blade broke into two pieces.
Following this, Gilmore’s fingers snapped the great sword in half, and he then swiftly struck with his palm.
His palm landed squarely on the devil king’s chest, sending him flying away like a kite with its string cut, screaming as he
went.
Meanwhile, Gilmore leaped up and swiftly mounted the devil king’s flying steed.
Around him, a dozen other devil kings, who had surrounded Gilmore, snapped back to their senses.
They immediately shouted, “Attack together!”
Then, the dozen devil kings, spurring their flying steeds and brandishing swords, lunged at Gilmore.
Facing the onslaught of these devil kings, Gilmore remained unflustered and rode forward to meet them head–on.
Bang!
One of the devil kings charged first, his spiritual sword slashing towards Gilmore.
Yet, facing the oncoming blade, Gilmore didn’t even blink. His response was as quick as a flash of lightning.
Swoosh!
With a blindingly fast move, Gilmore disarmed the devil king, snatching the spiritual sword right out of his hands. In the next instant, Gilmore countered with a swift strike of the sword.
Swoosh!
Blood spattered.
A scream pierced the air as the devil king, now disarmed by Gilmore, was swiftly cut down beneath his horse.
Seeing another of their comrades fall, the remaining devil kings eyes blazed with unbridled fury.
They charged at Gilmore, their swords and blades flashing like cold lightning.
Gilmore, with the spiritual sword in his hand, unleashed its power. His swordplay was like a rainbow slicing through the air. wreaking havoc in every direction.
The sword’s energy stirred a tempest, and amidst this maelstrom the martialists from the Dragon Sect and demon cultivators, could only see Gilmore and about a dozen devil king entangled in a fierce battle atop their flying steeds
Lights and shadows intertwined, and the clanging of swords was incessant. Waves of intimidating energy–a mix of sword force, killing intent, and battle spirit–erupted from the heart of this tumultuous clash.
From this chaotic maelstrom of conflict, screams echoed, signifying that warriors were being slashed from their steeds and plummeting through the sky.
Spencer, Lilian, Claire, Helene, and others from the Dragon Seer watched with hearts in their mouths, worried for Gilmore, However, they soon realized that those being cut down and falling from the sky were devil kings, nor Gilmore.
But as long as the battle raged on, their anxiety couldn’t be quelled.
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Soon, the screams ceased.
When the dust settled, only one person remained mounted on a flying steed.
The others had all fallen from their steeds, leaving the sky dotted with riderless flying steeds.
As the storm of battle dissipated, it became clear that the lone survivor, still on his steed, was Gilmore.
The riderless flying warhorses belonged to the devil kings whom Gilmore had vanquished.
Seeing this, Adam, the Great Devil King of the demon cultivators, couldn’t help but furrow his brow. C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.