The fierce and surging white scar wind touched down, triggering an intense Qi shriek. Visible ripples violently pushed outwards in all directions.
"Boom boom boom boom boom..."
But in the center of the arena.
A black phantom stood immovable like a boulder. It held a transparent scythe in one hand, with bizarre golden patterns on its skeletal arm writhing madly, runes gleaming brightly. The horrifying mental fluctuations and the aura of terror merged perfectly, forming a huge shadow of a slash in front of it.
Scythe shadows slashing, Qi waves resembling wings, crashing violently.
The peak strength of both, like a flood breaking a dam, erupted unrestrainedly, the aura annihilating and exploding. The surrounding arena shook, utterly unable to withstand the escalating pressure, its surface cracking, with silver-gray alloy rust spraying out from the gaps like fountains.
Around the arena, protective pillars and nets were swept away in one stroke.
The many spectators also used their hands to shield their foreheads, their clothes rippling intensely like waves, the fierce wind making it hard to keep their eyes open.
The noise of this battle was too astonishing, too ferocious.
It is indeed the final match of the Eastern Dark World fighting competition.
At this moment, within the aftermath of their collision, perhaps even another of the Eastern Seven Stars wouldn’t last long. It is estimated that with the Extreme Realm fully unleashed, one might barely manage to hold on. But it’s important to know, at this time, Bai Xiao and Ghost Mask had not even used their Extreme Realm; they were merely unveiling their own moves and trump cards.
Even so, it was already enough to force an ordinary Seven Star to activate the Extreme Realm.
In the spectator’s area, Xia Houping murmured to himself, slowly clenching his fists.
"Clang clang clang..."
At Po Suo’s Hidden Blade Pavilion headquarters, the ghost blade Rashamon lying on Gui Luotian’s lap began trembling uncontrollably in the hilt, emitting a continuous metallic hum.
That was sensing a strong danger, the ghost blade crying out on its own.
"He can actually fight to this extent with Ghost Mask!?"
A figure with black high ponytail, androgynous in appearance, Si Yu, slightly narrowed pupils, a bout of fear in her heart. Could it be that back then, Bai Xiao was holding back?
At the arena, the edge suddenly collapsed with a loud rumble.
In the central position, two huge phantoms collided once again shockingly.
Water Bird Soaring, whooshing past, left a trail in the air like a fighter jet’s white exhaust, then swiftly spiraling down. It violently collided with the giant scythe shadow, exploding with a burst of flames and light splattering.
Qi-Blood surged inside Bai Xiao, and it felt as if flames were boiling in his marrow. He involuntarily entered the Stone-dragon Transformation state, his body swelling and enlarging to an astonishing height of three and a half meters. His exaggerated, tumor-like muscular surface, thick blue-black veins wriggling, blood running at the speed of light, brought with it the scorching temperature of twisted air.
Behind Bai Xiao, dense white Qi streams wildly steamed, swiftly rising to midair. Instantly, a blurry and colossal Dragon Elephant phantom formed, its majestic presence growing more intense, carrying an invincible and overwhelming might.
It seemed as if something was about to be born inside.
Unbeknownst to him, the passive prodigious wisdom of a Secret Martial Arts Expert inadvertently started operating. The essence of various battles accumulated in the previous Dark World fighting competitions, at this moment, burst into flames like kindling.
The flames roasted the hard rocks, and the rock coat was about to split.
Revealing inside the bright and dazzling true gold!
Yet another collision.
Bai Xiao spread his strong arms, Water Bird Soaring move, collided again with Beheader. With a crack, it wasn’t clear who collapsed first. In that moment, layers of Qi wave wings exploded on the spot, and the giant scythe shadow that split the heavens turned into fragments in a short time.
Falling like fairy flowers scattering, melting in midair like snow.
It was evident that Ghost Mask’s second level of Shura Record, Beheader’s presence, was much stronger than the Executioner. With full firepower, he was able to match Bai Xiao’s Water Bird Soaring evenly.
This was something the other Easternbourne Seven Stars hadn’t managed to achieve!
On one side of the arena, the silhouette of Ghost Mask appeared, a low chuckle emanating from beneath his dark black mask. Around him, the surging black Qi unabashedly burst forth. Ghost Mask seemed to transform into a black hole source, continuously releasing horrifying demonic aura. In the blink of an eye, a scythe shadow appeared in front of him.
Ghost Mask’s voice was definitive, sweeping across the entire arena like a sentence. He finally forced out Bai Xiao’s trump card, still retaining an astounding strategic reserve hand, and the moment to secure victory had arrived!
Ghost Mask stepped forward.
Suddenly, the cloak-skull phantom began slowly drifting backward, perfectly meeting Ghost Mask approaching from the front. The two figures collided together, rippling like water waves, overlapping. A terrifying mental fluctuation shot straight into the sky, almost like a black pillar visible to the naked eye.
Battle smoke and an impressive momentum.
Ghost Mask had already merged with the Beheader!
His entire person levitating in midair, his shoulders draped with a broad black cloak, hem billowing in the fierce wind. Beneath the hood, a fierce Ghost Face mask emitted an azure-red glow, fangs fully bared. At the eye sockets, two tufts of eerie green ghost fire were visible. His strong arms extended from both sides.