Amid the chanting, the radiance grew even brighter.
Intense to the point of making one's scalp tingle, the loud striking sounds became softer and seemed as if they were about to vanish. In the end, what reached everyone's ears was like a singular sound.
People widened their eyes, hoping to see something within the white glow.
But other than causing their eyes to tear up from the glare, they could see nothing at all.
With the sound of a body hitting the ground, a tall and robust figure tumbled out of the white radiance.
Jason was in a very sorry state at this moment.
His clothes were tattered to say nothing of his body, which did not have a single spot unmarred, and in some places, there were wounds deep enough to expose the bone.
Yet even so, after rolling on the ground a couple times, Jason gritted his teeth and got up.
Falls are inevitable in life.
Jason knew that he was no exception.
In fact, he had fallen far too many times.
But he would not allow himself to stay down after falling.
Though it was comfortable to do so, he still had to stand up.
Probably because he refused to be defeated.
He never believed any circumstance could keep him down after a fall, motionless.
He had experienced it.
But he staunchly believed that after despair, there would always be hope!
When you say that, are you sure you've really searched for hope?
Did you truly give it your all, risking your life to find it?
If you did, you must be able to see hope.
If not, then there is nothing more to say.
Running away might be shameful, but it is indeed an option.
Jason didn't disagree with this saying.
Because that too is a choice in life.
But it was not his choice.
His choice was to be tough!
To face adversity head-on!
If that wasn't enough, he would reinforce his foundations, enhance his strength, and then come back to continue the challenge!
But what is even more terrifying is a surrendered heart!
Jason gasped for air, as his vision displayed his saturation level.
Before the battle, he had 107 points of saturation.
After the battle began, although 'death' was constant, 'food' was right at his lips. For Jason, not only did his saturation not decrease, but on the contrary, it rapidly broke through to over 500.
Everything had entered a virtuous cycle.
Just as the white brilliance erupted, Jason, shrouded within it, faced wave after wave of death.
In this radiance, death almost seemed to reach the speed of light.
Jason's consciousness couldn't react in time; hundreds of deaths descended upon him silently.
In an instant, a hundred times.
Even for Jason, this was the first time experiencing such a manner of death.
And when the brilliance dimmed, and his consciousness returned, the accumulated pain from a hundred deaths exploded.
At the moment of the explosion, Jason's consciousness was nearly overwhelmed.
He bit down hard on his teeth, enduring the agony, and ran towards the outside of the radiance.
That's right, outside the radiance!
Jason was well aware that his remaining saturation couldn't sustain him within the radiance anymore.
Although at this moment the Angel Envoy's 'halo' no longer burst with a glow as violent as at the beginning, the power it brought was still overwhelming for him.
Every moment was death.
Pain accompanied death.
Death resonated with pain.
The two intertwined continuously, wrapping around each other like two snakes hissing.
They coiled around Jason's body.
Their 'hissing' filled Jason's ears.
They did everything possible to influence Jason.
Naturally, Jason was affected.
The pain slowed his pace.
Death made his consciousness hazy.
But from beginning to end, he never stopped.
Once he understood what he had to do, how could he possibly stop?
Saturation plummeted rapidly.
The pain grew more and more intense.
When saturation was nearly depleted, Jason also saw the 'edge.'
He plunged out, bearing a multitude of wounds.
Rolling on the ground, his already scarred body collected a few more wounds.
As he stood up, Jason swayed unsteadily.
But he refused any support.
He looked towards the 'white radiance' created by the Angel Envoy.
The glow was fading more and more, and after two or three breaths, it became virtually invisible to the naked eye; the Angel Envoy's immense figure was revealed once again.
However, contrary to its previous imposing aura.
The Angel Envoy now emitted heavy, labored breathing.
Its form was wavering.
The thick 'armor,' which at this moment, seemed more like a burden, made it appear on the verge of collapse.
Under Jason's gaze, the Angel Envoy struggled to flap its wings, laboriously lifting its body higher.
Compared to the vaulting leap when it first appeared.
This time, it was as slow as a snail.
Yet it still managed to reach a height of a hundred meters in the sky.
Jason looked up at the Angel Envoy.
The old instructor, Bolun, the warriors from Delbon, John, and a group called 'Bronze of Unyielding' had already gathered around, their eyes filled with deep admiration.
At the beginning, they had never thought that Jason would be able to fight an Angel Envoy to such an extent.
Not entirely at a disadvantage.
Keep in mind, this is the legendary Angel Envoy!
The legends about the Angel Envoy were well known to the 'Mystical Side personnel' present.
Or rather, it was precisely because they knew, that a considerable number of 'Mystical Side personnel' were drawn here.