Chapter 115: The Final Onslaught II
The aerial clash between Elton and the Priest shattered the very sky, releasing a violent burst of energy that rippled across the battlefield. The sheer intensity of their exchange—and Elton's swift massacre preceding it—drew the attention of experts on both sides. What stunned everyone most was the sheer power being unleashed by the two.
Elton was hurled back to the ground by the force of the impact, only for a bed of vines, leaves, and roots to rise from the earth and cushion his fall. Even so, he left a crater upon impact. On the opposite side, the Priest also crashed to the ground, his face twisted in pain and disbelief.
Shayleaf exhaled in relief—her Nature Magic had softened Elton's fall just in time.
"How can this be?! Is he really just a Gold Tier 3?!" a Demon cultivator exclaimed, wide-eyed.
"We have to kill him immediately! Someone like this can't be allowed to live!!" shouted another expert, his body covered in demonic markings.
Undeterred, the Golden Lord Priest launched forward again with blazing fury.
—White Lightning Spear Barrage—
—White Lightning Ignition—
A storm of spear-like lightning Ki erupted from Elton's position.
—Night Ki Scattershot—
The Priest responded with orbs of grey and black Ki, clashing with the white lightning blasts. Mini-explosions detonated in midair, briefly obscuring the battlefield. The Ignition Blast met the Priest head-on, forcing him to conjure a Ki shield.
BOOOM!!
A violent explosion rang out, lightning tearing through the area. Through the smoke, the Priest roared and pressed on. He and Elton clashed once more, Elton visibly straining to hold his ground.
Allied forces watched in dread. Even Golden Lord cultivators who wished to help Elton were locked down by enemy experts, unable to intervene.
Meanwhile, Zoro fought his own brutal battle. He had long entered his Devil Lord Form—his skin a dark bronze, cloaked in deadly black Ki. Against him stood two heavily injured Gold Tier 4s and a Grey-haired Gold Tier 5 Priest wielding a scythe.
"Die, you monster! You ungrateful traitor! The Church gave you everything—and now you'll return it all… in death!!"
Zoro bled heavily, but his eyes gleamed with a wild, predatory grin. His breathing was ragged, but his spirit burned fiercer with every swing.
—Nitōryū: Maō Enbu Zetsumei—
(Two Sword Style: Devil Lord's Flaming Dance of Death Blow)
"That language… why's is he now speaking ancient tongue of that place?!" one expert cried in alarm.
A hurricane of black, red, and grey Ki erupted around Zoro, engulfing the battlefield. His katanas ignited, burning with violent flame, and his speed exploded.
"Kill him!!" the Grey-haired Priest roared, rallying his allies.
Kuroha, Kageha, and the surviving Black Reaper Corps fought desperately. They were awestruck—and terrified—by Zoro's unrelenting force.
Zoro, even while on the edge of collapse, spared a glance toward Elton's battle.
"Heh… Crush them, Elton," Zoro whispered with a blood-streaked grin.
Unknown to most, the Deacon, currently entangled in battle with another Mortal Lord, observed both Zoro and Elton. The rise of these two warriors stunned him—Zoro was dangerous, yes, but Elton… was equally terrifying.
Suddenly, something unexpected occurred.
—8th Bright Brilliance Sword: Eternal Dawn Annihilation—
For a moment, all light dimmed across a three-mile radius. A low, thunderous hum shook the battlefield. Elton stood tall, the Blue Heavenly Star Destroyer glowing as his aura soared.
"You think I'll let you finish that attack? Fool!!" snarled the Priest, bursting forward.
Before he reached Elton, a beam of white lightning wrapped in nefarious flame exploded from the sky—launched from the Soloman Clan's position.
"Graaahhh!!" the Priest screamed, forced to use every ounce of Ki to survive the blast. He was hurled backwards, his body aflame and bleeding.
Enraged, he turned toward the Soloman clan before roaring again and charging Elton, his aura swelling nearly half a step into the Mortal Shedding Realm.
"DIIIIEEE!!"
This time, Elton moved.
He vanished from sight and reappeared before the Priest in an instant.
CLAAAAANG!!
Their swords clashed again in a blinding burst of light—blue, black, white, grey, yellow. The resulting explosion sent shockwaves across the field.
Even powerful cultivators paused. Some staggered; others fell. It was this moment that turned the tide.
Allied forces surged forward. Sects and clans unleashed their full counterattack—unleashing killing formations and spells en masse against the demons and dark sects.
"Arrrrghh!! What is this!?!" came a cry of agony.
As the explosion faded, two figures emerged—both bloodied. But it was the Priest who had suffered most.
His body was scorched, lightning festering in his wounds. His sword was shattered. His robes torn and soaked in blood.
Elton—though clearly exhausted—still stood. His white star mask was shattered on one side. A soft aura of healing Nature Magic wrapped around him, courtesy of Shayleaf and Amberleaf in the distance.
The Priest, staggering, knew: if he didn't escape now, he would die.
At that same moment…
—Nitōryū: Maō Kokuzan Zetsu—
(Two Sword Style: Devil Lord's Black ultimate Severance/Cutting End)
A silent flash of black-red flames erupted. The Grey-haired Gold Tier 5 was flung backward, crashing into a pit, screaming as infernal flames devoured him.
Zoro, trembling, barely stood. But his eyes glared ahead. Even in ruin, he was unbowed.
With his opponent briefly pushed aside, the Deacon suddenly appeared before Zoro. A massive wave of power slammed into Zoro, sending him flying and coughing blood.
"I'm ending this now!!"
"Zoro!!!"
"Aniki!!"
"Big Brother Zoro!!"
Cries echoed from allies and loved ones.
Zoro, now at death's door, prepared for one final stand. He smiled in defiance as he prepared to unleash 1 last attack.
But then—he wasn't alone.
WOOOSH! TWIIIISH!!
"Arrrghhh! WHO ARE YOU?!"
A colossal greatsword slashed through the air, cleaving the Deacon's left arm, shoulder, and side clean off.
"You've caused enough harm to my friends. Time for you to leave—unless you'd prefer to be carved in half," said a new voice.
The speaker was a towering warrior, bare-chested, his scar-covered muscles like steel cords. His tangled hair flowed over his shoulders, and his eyes glinted with raw, dangerous power. His greatsword crackled with dark Ki that devoured the Deacon's energy, causing even nearby allies to recoil.
The Deacon didn't hesitate. Clutching his severed limb, he fled.
The enemy forces, stunned, faltered—then screamed as the counteroffensive exploded into their ranks.
"RETREAT!!" bellowed the Scorpion Demonic Beast, his body battered and bleeding.
He shoved Jolton aside and bolted.
"Hahaha! Not so fast—come back and die, Scorpion!!" Jolton roared, a wicked smile on his bloodied face.
The final chase began.