Chapter 836: Frost Snow Silkworm
Kevin’s eyes widened with fury. "You—!" But then his pupils narrowed. As he looked at the spreading red liquid, he sensed its nature. It was just ordinary beast blood. No energy. No demonic pressure. He narrowed his eyes and exhaled in relief, though the anger didn’t leave his face.
"Since you’ve chosen death..." Kevin’s voice dropped low, venomous and cold, "...I’ll grant your wish."
He didn’t waste another word. The air around him darkened as his aura erupted in full force. The snowy cave trembled as he vanished in a blur of darkness, like a wraith gliding through shadows.
In a blink, he appeared right before Max, black smoke curling around his form like living fog. His right hand lashed forward, fingers blackened like obsidian claws, and five dark streaks of energy shot out, writhing like cursed serpents. They moved unnaturally fast, aiming to wrap around Max’s limbs and neck like constricting chains of death.
But Kevin wasn’t done. His left hand moved swiftly, fingers forming complex seals that drew dark symbols in the air. Black threads of energy shot out, like silky cotton tainted with malevolence. They twisted and spun midair, forming the grotesque shape of a giant seal—shaped like a demonic toad with bulging eyes and a swollen throat. The moment it fully formed, it let out a silent, soundless croak that rippled through space.
Then, with a sudden whoosh, it dove down from above, crashing toward Max like an executioner’s guillotine. The entire cave dimmed as the black seal descended, casting a long, ominous shadow over Max’s figure.
Max’s instincts reacted before his mind fully processed the danger. His Blue Dragon Sword, overflowing with black flames from the level 2 sword and flame concepts, roared in his grip like a living creature sensing prey.
"Crimson Burial Sword Art!" Max shouted, and in a flash, a divine wave of blazing sword light in the form of a long arc surged forward, aimed directly at the five tendrils of black light that shot toward him like venomous snakes.
The collision was immediate and thunderous—black light clashed against crimson flame, creating a shockwave that split the valley air, sending snow and rock flying in every direction. The sheer pressure of the impact cracked the stone above their heads, dislodging a few heavy boulders that crashed into the bubbling lava below, causing hot steam to rise and hiss like a thousand whispers.
But neither Max nor Kevin paid the scene any attention—they were too locked in battle to care. The Blue Dragon Sword swung again, cutting down the black light tendrils one after another with precise, ruthless efficiency.
Kevin’s black seal in the shape of a demonic toad came flying next, but it too was swallowed by the black flames swirling around Max, crumbling into ash with a screech. Kevin’s eyes narrowed, his face darkening.
"I didn’t expect you to have some connections with the Black Lotus Guild," he muttered with gritted teeth, masking his shock with menace. "But even so, you still have to die."
Max raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? But can you kill me?" His tone was calm, unshaken, like he wasn’t even taking the threat seriously.