Chapter 143: Advent of the Great Evil (3)
A surge of darkness exploded outward, sending Rakuza crashing violently across the ground.
“Rakuza!” Shadranes screamed in horror.
“Ugh...!” Rakuza groaned through clenched teeth, pain radiating across his face. His arm had become stained black, corrupted as the darkness swiftly spread upward, invading his flesh.
Without hesitation, Shadranes urgently channeled holy energy, desperately fighting to purify the sinister corruption. Her radiant light engulfed the creeping darkness, burning it away until it vanished into nothingness.
Breathing heavily, Rakuza fought through lingering agony and glanced down at the sword still gripped in his trembling hand.
“M-my sword...”
Strengthened by the holy scripture, the sacred blade had snapped clearly in half—shattered by the sheer force of Lubitra’s demonic eruption. After quickly healing his wounds as best he could, Rakuza raised his gaze again toward the demon.
Lubitra remained completely unharmed. Not even the slightest scratch marred his calm, composed visage.
“How remarkable that you can invoke the scripture so extensively. You must have truly pleased your god with such devotion,” Lubitra mocked with an eerie gentleness. “It delights me even more knowing that devotion will soon be extinguished by my own hand.”
Lubitra raised his pale, slender hand into the air. Threads of dark energy flowed out like venomous tendrils, rapidly forming deadly whips. He swung them effortlessly at the two, forcing both Shadranes and Rakuza into immediate action.
Boom!
“Ugh!” Shadranes struggled desperately under the relentless barrage of twisted threads. Their volume and potency were now terrifyingly different, as if all previous attacks had been mere child’s play.