Chapter 772: Seven Sins Falling Sky
The clash between Half-Lords continued.
Vlad, empowered by the fusion of the Depravitas, unleashed power on a scale that shattered understanding. His form surged with untamed ferocity. From one second to the next, his physical strength doubled, tripled, rising to absurd levels with no sign of slowing. His speed left even the Lords unable to trace his movements. One moment he was before you; the next, he was everywhere.
His massive sword struck with the fury of lightning and the precision of space itself. Each swing triggered a ripple in reality—tearing fabric, warping gravity, bending dimensions. The air quaked with fire and raw force as sword arcs, charged with flames and electrical might, ripped through the sky.
Earl Octavio had once been a man, then a monster, and now—a beast.
With every blow, his humanity unraveled. His eyes, once calculating and fierce, were now hollow wells of rage. He fought not like a warrior, but like a rabid creature. There was no technique, no form—only instinct and hatred. Wisdom was gone, swallowed by the corruption that now fed on him from within.
BOOM!
Fists met blade in constant, chaotic exchange. Each impact shattered the sky. Fire and blood spilled like rain. Octavio’s corrupted energy flared out of control, matching Vlad blow for blow. He howled as he struck, wild and berserk, but Vlad met him at every turn.
CLANG. CRASH. RIP.
Each collision sent shockwaves slicing across the land, splitting mountains, boiling lakes, and cracking open the sky itself. Lightning storms howled overhead. Tornadoes of flame twisted between them. Space split and folded on itself, threatening to collapse entirely.
And then... it happened.
The zenith.
With a roar, Vlad lifted his blade high. Dozens of sword arcs burst from it, screaming through the sky in twisting, serpentine trails. They curled through the air like celestial dragons, each arc pulsing with the Laws of Space, laced with fire and lightning.