It felt so good to be close to the witch!

But Andrew and Ais both knew that the Lost Ice Coffin had come into play at this moment.

Next, all the two need to do is wait for the arrival of the scales of substitution and its user, and this time will not be long.

In the shadows, a glint flashed in Lilia's eyes as she shifted her gaze to the patrolling Shadow Ravens. She could spot any extraordinary being who undisguisedly entered the Blackrock Territory.

……

This is a spacious basement.

On the wooden table, the candlelight burned quietly, dispelling the darkness and illuminating the reliefs on the pillars and walls beside it.

The strong religious features indicate that this place has an inseparable relationship with the temple.

A figure dressed in a black robe sat beside the wooden table.

He was very large, at least 2.5 meters tall, but his exposed arms were pitifully thin, with only a thin layer of skin attached to the thick bones, like a withered corpse, which was extremely creepy.

On the wooden table in front of the man in black robes, besides candles, there was something else on the table.

Saying it's placed isn't accurate; it's suspended in mid-air.

It was a balance scale made entirely of gold.

On each side of the scale is an object: on the left is a miniature, beating heart, and on the right is a jet-black crystal.

Above the scales, a countdown timer is displayed.

23: 56: 44

The countdown text was a bright red, giving off an extremely ominous feeling.

The man in black robes stared at the countdown before him, a flicker of emotion in his eyes.

"Sixteen years have passed, and finally, the destined time has come..."

"Hehe...ha...hehe..."

The man in the black robe wanted to laugh, but more than a decade of pain and torment had long since made him forget what laughter felt like.

And at this moment, something strange happened.

On the left side of the golden scale, the small, beating heart that was placed there suddenly turned gray, as if a thin film covered it.

A blinding golden light emanated from the balance scale, and fine cracks appeared on its surface.

At the same time, the man in black felt an indescribable pain sweep over his entire body. Even with the resilient nerves he had developed from more than a decade of suffering, he couldn't help but let out a scream at this moment.

Because the pain he was experiencing at this moment was no longer physical pain, but a wound to his soul.

Cracks appeared and disappeared on the golden scales, repeating back and forth. Finally, the golden light spread to the black-robed man, carrying him through the basement and rapidly flying towards the southern part of the empire.

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The ultimate swordsmanship is like carrying a sword on your back; the ultimate lightness skill is like walking.

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Chapter 116 Shattering, A Fated Death! (A long chapter of 6,000 words, please help!)

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Beneath the Star Lake lies the Magic Pulse Space.

As the Class A forbidden item—the Lost Ice Coffin—closed, a faint, indescribable fluctuation permeated the area.

Andrew's expression was solemn. His fighting spirit condensed and condensed within his body, all in preparation for unleashing a dazzling brilliance when the enemy arrived.

Ais's pale silver eyes were calm as water. A large amount of cold air spread outwards from the ice crystal throne she sat on, covering the entire crystal island. Soon, the entire crystal island was transformed into an ice island.

Beyond the terrifying ice lies a scalding, boiling lake of lava. The interplay of ice and fire, the escaping chill and the rising heat colliding to create a thick cloud of white mist.

Behind the Ice Crystal Throne, in the shadows, Lilia focused her attention on the Shadow Ravens' gaze, monitoring all directions.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...

When the hour comes.

In the sight of the Shadow Ravens, a streak of light, a mixture of gold, blood, and black, was rapidly approaching from the north, so fast that even sound could not keep up.

When we first met, they were still far away, but in the blink of an eye, they rushed into the border of Blackstone Territory.

Upon seeing the tri-colored light, Lilia immediately alerted Ais by using a pre-arranged signal—a tiny wisp of shadow magic touching the ice crystal throne.

Reminded, Ais immediately whispered:

"coming!"

Andrew's eyes narrowed.

Although it is unknown how this mysterious Grand Witch knew in advance, it is not surprising that a witch's talents are always mysterious and unpredictable, and that she has some tricks that even knights cannot master.

It happened exactly ten seconds after Andrew received the hint.

"Om-"

The translucent vortex above the magic space emitted a slight hum.

The next instant, a streak of light interwoven with gold, blood, and black plummeted straight down.

Without hesitation or delay, Andrew launched his attack the moment the translucent vortex showed signs of movement.

The battle qi that had been compressed to its limit within his body suddenly expanded and exploded, forming a giant liquid fireball with a radius of several meters in an instant.

The immense force of the impact propelled his body straight up, colliding violently with the falling tri-colored streak of light.

"Boom--!"

After a brief silence following the collision of crimson and the other three colors, a visible ring-shaped shockwave spread in all directions.

The terrifying explosion caused the lava lake below to surge violently, and at the center of the explosion, three figures quickly dispersed.

One of them was Andrew, the legendary knight of the Flame Sword, surrounded by crimson battle aura. The other two were a golden scale and a tall figure in a black robe whose face was obscured.

The flying golden scales emitted a strong golden light, and the ice patterns on the surface of the lost ice coffin, which had been dormant, lit up again. The two faced each other at a distance of hundreds of meters, and in the invisible ripples, the cracks on the surface of the golden scales became more and more numerous.

In contrast, the lost ice coffin remained completely unharmed.

Clearly, in this contest, the balance of power is at a significant disadvantage.

Like the Great Witch and the Legendary Knight, even A-level forbidden items vary in strength.

Upon seeing the lost ice coffin, the man in black finally understood what was happening. His bloodshot eyes, hidden beneath his hood, glared like copper bells, and his jet-black battle aura clung to his body, swirling wildly around him like uncontrollable, sticky tentacles.

"The Lost Ice Coffin!"

A hoarse, chilling voice came from the man in the black robe, and in response was Andrew's cold, ruthless shout.

"kill!"

A dazzling crimson light flashed across the sky. The black-robed man, who only had time to draw his sword to block in front of him, was hit by this attack. His whole body trembled violently, and most of the dark battle aura around him collapsed. He flew backward into the distance.

In mid-air, the crimson light paused briefly, revealing Andrew's new appearance.

Like molten lava, the substance clung to the original armor, while flowing liquid flames formed a cloak, and the blade of the knight's sword was covered with forked, spreading crimson patterns.

Beneath Andrew's feet, the domain shrunk to a mere half-meter radius.

After repelling the man in black, Andrew did not stop and continued his attack.

He gripped the knight's sword with both hands and raised it high above his head.

A vast amount of crimson battle energy gathered and, in a very short time, formed a giant sword a hundred meters long, almost tangible, which then slashed heavily towards the direction in which the black-robed man was flying backward.

"call--"

The sheer force of the wind generated by the giant sword's downward slash caused the lava lake below to surge violently.

In the center of the icy island, Ais watched the battle above, a deep sense of solemnity flashing in her eyes.

The power of a legendary knight far surpasses that of a gold knight. If a gold knight can still be considered human, then a legendary knight is utterly inhuman.

The chasm between the two is an insurmountable barrier that no ordinary person can cross.

Even though Ais's magic has improved further, she is still some distance from the legendary figures she faces.

The massive sword cleaved through the air as it swung downwards, landing precisely on the man in black robes.

"boom!"

The man in black robes suddenly tilted his head back, and his hood fell off, revealing a face covered by a pale half-bone mask that only exposed the lower half of his face. The face, which should have been full of flesh and blood, was now withered and shriveled, more terrifying than the demons of the abyss in legends.

As the crimson giant sword fell like divine punishment, the man in black robes let out a roar.

"what--!!!"

The sound waves surged like waves, layer upon layer, and a jet-black and sticky battle aura erupted, like an octopus with its tentacles waving wildly. Countless tentacles formed from battle aura overlapped each other, blocking the crimson greatsword.

The two collided the next moment.

"boom!"

The falling crimson giant sword was like a towering mountain. No matter how hard the black tentacles tried to resist, it was all in vain. They could only explode one by one, and finally, in the black-robed man's bulging eyes, it landed on him.

"Kachacha..."

The crimson giant sword pressed down on the black-robed man's body, slamming him into the basin's mountain. Terrifying cracks spread, the mountain trembled, and countless fragments of rock and sand flew up, like a small "mushroom cloud" rising from the ground.

"boom……"

The crimson greatsword shattered, turning into countless tiny red specks of light.

In mid-air, Andrew's face was cold and stern. He raised his knight's sword again, and another crimson greatsword was formed, which he slashed toward the point where the black-robed man was about to fall.

"Wow!"

The strong wind dispersed the dust, allowing Andrew and Ais, who was in the distance, to see what the man in the black robe looked like.

Having been struck head-on by the crimson greatsword, the black robe on the man in black robes was completely torn apart, exposing his withered upper body. His massive skeleton was covered only by a thin layer of pale skin, with each rib clearly visible. From the huge gash in his chest, one could vaguely see the writhing internal organs inside.