Chapter 122: Mark of Light
The outer ruins of the “High Court.”
A flaming figure crashed into the area like a comet, tumbling and knocking down several already unstable buildings along the way. It was none other than “Terbidard,” who had just taken the brunt of the explosion.
At this moment, flames engulfed its body, charred black flesh writhing and expanding as if regenerating. Without sustained attacks from enemies, these injuries would take only about ten minutes for it to recover to roughly ninety percent. In less than a few seconds, bits of smoking, fire-spewing burnt skin began to peel away, revealing tender, regenerating flesh beneath.
“Terbidard” planted its limbs on the ground, shaking off the flames like a wet dog. It braced itself on its hind legs, seemingly about to stand up and let out a roar of fury. But just as it opened its massive maw, the roar still unsounded, and its enormous body suddenly trembled violently. All its subsequent actions were abruptly halted.
A black longsword had mysteriously pierced through its back, the blade passing through its abdomen, protruding from the front. The sword, a long, pitch-black blade, was nearly two meters long and entwined with the thorns of suffering. Though its length was enough to pierce through “Terbidard,” the sword still appeared feeble compared to the colossal creature, seemingly on the brink of snapping under the immense muscle pressure.
Yet, strangely, this did not happen. The sword possessed an eerie power, steadily draining its life force, paralyzing “Terbidad” in place, trembling and unable to move.
“Pity, still can’t sleep, huh…”
“Don’t resist. You know only I can put you to rest…”
“I’m sorry. This might hurt a bit…”