"Don't think!" Although he couldn't see the invisible magic blade like Ulysses, Korakha, Ann, and the princess were all geniuses with extraordinary combat instincts, and they all used their strongest strength to fight back at the moment of the sword swing.

Having lost her right hand, she took a deep breath and took a forward and backward position with her feet in a position like a bow, and the power of her whole body flowed at an unprecedented speed, and then concentrated.

Her right hand was completely unconscious, but Rasha didn't think about it at all, she was single-minded, even more concentrated and focused than usual, and exerted her strength to the limit.

When the bowstring was charged to the limit, making Rashia's body look unstable, her left hand suddenly opened and released it with all her might.

The cyan gas projectile in the shape of a vortex was shot out, and the sound of the air bomb whistling was like the sound of falling thunder.

If the Ascending Dragon Strike just now was a melee killing move that concentrated its power at one point, then this move now is a full-force blow that gathers its own strength into a "bullet" and bombards indiscriminately.

When you use this move, your body is as indestructible as steel, and the qi released is as unstoppable as thunder. This is the strongest area attack among the moves that Rasha has used so far, the Steel Thunderbolt.

"Burn, Soul of Fire. "It's not a sword in his hand, but Ke'an still uses the biggest secret skill of Agunis's military sword skills, the Red Snake.

The huge red demon snake hovered behind her, roaring, the bright red snake letter constantly making a "hiss! hiss!" sound, and the smell of burnt fire permeated the passage, which was a testament to Ann's use of power beyond her limits.

Burning, burning, crazy burning, Ann has burned all her strength, and the dragon blood that is gradually awakening in her body is the blood of the strongest fire control dragon - the red dragon, under the pressure of the crisis, the power of the bloodline is constantly improving.

Under the influence of the power of that bloodline, the red snake, which was originally only in the shape of a demon snake, actually had a faint prototype of horns on its head. It was an atavistic phenomenon that was unique in a high-level snake demonic beast, and a trace of dragon power that could only be obtained after reversing back to its origin.

Ever since the creation of the Agunis Military Sword Technique, which mimics some of the dragon's powers, this is probably the only Flame Serpent that has truly been endowed with the breath of a dragon.

The final fantasy of those who created the Agunis military sword skills, those who could not possess the blood of the dragon or whose power was too thin to awaken was the appearance of the Red Serpent at this moment.

They don't expect that they can really gain the power of the dragon clan, they only hope that the sword skills they create will evolve to the end, and they can have a little bit of the breath of a real dragon.

The red snake hovering behind Ann in the form of a half-dragon is the dream form that they are pursuing until death, eager to see it once.

And An, who strengthened the red snake to such a form, can also feel the changes in himself. In the face of the stronger pressure, her fear, her pride, and her anger burned together and turned into an unquenchable flame.

In her body, blood was burning, and ancient voices from her veins were roaring.

The appearance of her eyes changed unconsciously, and the crimson pupils were changing to a vertical shape, which was the prototype of the dragon's eye, the precursor to the full awakening of the power of the bloodline.

"Platinum, the splendor belongs to the king. "Fearless, representing supremacy, the irresistible imperial sword radiated a blazing white golden glow in the princess's hand, adding a bit of majesty to her soft countenance.

That is the path she is determined to take, the road to the king that she will embark on no matter what the cost. It was not fate that chose her, but she chose such a fate.

With such a will, she was recognized by the Platinum Holy Sword, but this was not enough, far from enough. She needs a stronger will, a stronger determination, and the belief that there will never be a turning back.

And this moment is the moment for her to carry out her beliefs.

No matter where they come from, no matter what kind of past they have, their beliefs are completely identical at this moment. So much so that three very different forces have been incredibly fused together because of this belief.

The huge half-dragon red snake wrapped around the cyan explosive bomb, and a circle of white-gold light wrapped around them, bursting out with dazzling light in this dark passage. In the end, a ball of light was formed that represented the full power of Raxia, Ann, and the princess at the moment.

In front of this ball of light, the magic blade that was originally invisible was squeezed into shape. It was a myriad of frightened faces, screaming souls, both human and demonic, bound in the Hades Sword and unable to escape, unable to return to the earth.

"Boom!" the front of the twisted blade exploded, and the miserable souls were shattered and turned into fragments.

A blow that gathered all the strength of the three of them finally blocked this sword.

However, the attack did not end. At the moment when the soul fragment that turned into a demon blade was shattered, a gray-black crack appeared behind Hades.

The crack came silently, devouring the light around him, making his surroundings dim and cold. The souls that had become fragments and were supposed to disappear suddenly became terrified after being contaminated with the aura that emanated from that crack.

Souls that had been twisted once began to merge and devour each other without any reason. The soul that could have been able to distinguish the essence of humans and monsters has become a real monster in this twisted fusion, and even the essence of the cursed demon has been lost.

There is no way to escape, no way to destroy, not even to die, this is the end of those who are killed by the sword of the underworld.

And after forcibly pulling back the soul that should be annihilated again, the ominous aura emitted by the Hades Ghost Sword was even more terrifying. The eyes of the ghost, holding the sword of the ghost, could no longer see any sensation related to humans.

The rage, the tyranny, the impulsiveness, all were gone, replaced by a dead silence as deep as the cracks behind him, and the tragic cries of countless souls were reflected in the bright red eyes.

Therefore, when the Hades Sword was swung down again, Rasha, Ann, and the princess, who had almost consumed all their strength, all felt the cold omen of death.

A faint darkness that is difficult to describe in words emanates from the ominous sword, so that all people can no longer see their surroundings and cannot hear sounds.

Rasha, Ann, and the princess all stopped, and all that was left in their eyes was the sword, the magic sword that opened some crack and blew the breath of death directly over.

Not only the sight, but even the space seemed to be distorted by the cold magic blade, and the air was filled with the breath that everything was about to end.

It won't end, it won't be!" Yulia resolutely pulled out her own sword, the budding sword hidden in her body, not yet fully grown.

Even if she died, she would not let this power hurt her brother. The secrets that have been carefully guarded, the power that I have secretly hidden, no longer matter.

Layers of transparent ripples appeared in the dim world, each tremor represented an oscillation, and in order to save her brother and Rasha, Yulia had used all her strength despite her injuries.

How her body is and what will happen in the future, Yulia doesn't care at all.

In the world where her brother is not there, even if she heals her body, what is the point.

In a world where brother and Rasha are not there, she doesn't need it!

Scattered from Yulia's sword, in addition to the formless and qualitative "oscillation", there is also her unique "life" power, which is the seed of her life, her hope for the future.

For souls full of fear and resentment, this power is exactly what they most desire and cannot get. Immersed in the breath of life emitted by the budding sword, the soul blade that was supposed to devour everything actually stopped incredibly.

Then, a divine light appeared in the dim world, compared to the light emitted by the joint blow of Rasha, Ann, and the princess just now, this light was not so powerful, but it was extraordinary.

If the Ghost Sword brings never-ending resentment and fear, then this light brings the destination of everything, the resting place of the soul.

Ulysses no longer knew when he had summoned the crosssword, when the darkness enveloped the entire space. The cross mark on his forehead warmed up like a red-hot soldering iron, and the appearance of the ancient cross sword came to mind more clearly than ever.

It seemed to be urging him, guiding him to come back into the world against the ominous aura that had devoured light and space.

So, he drew his sword, and then slashed at the earth with all his strength according to the feeling in his heart. The moment the sword slashed the earth, he could feel that something was echoing with the earth, beckoning something to come. "Click!" From the place where the Cross Sword slashed, a crack in the cross opened silently, and the center of this cross was the owner of the Ghost Sword.

The rift doesn't look very big at first glance, but when you look closely, it gives people a feeling of infinite profundity, as if the rift leads to the end of eternity, the abyss of no return.

"Cross?" Hades looked at the cross abyss that appeared beneath his feet in disbelief, and then fell. The twisted souls that had distorted the space and light around him also fell with him, disappearing into the abyss.

"Boom!" The passage, which was already crumbling on the ground, finally collapsed, and Ulysses and Rasha, who were in the passage, fell down with them.

There was no sound in the dim ruins, as it had been for countless generations.

(To be continued)