King's Awakening-Chapter 792 - : The Saint Extinguishes the Wolf

Chapter 792: Chapter 792: The Saint Extinguishes the Wolf

“Saint, Wolf’s End.”

A youth who emerged from the wolfclan managed to grasp the true essence of light.

And there was Judah, an incredibly potent foe as well.

White Mitchell murmured to himself and immediately proceeded with the next chapter of the Saint’s life.

In the mysterious Immortal Realm, there was a youth dressed in white named White Mitchell. He was a legendary figure in the Cultivation World, revered as an exceptionally gifted disciple with outstanding talent. His cultivation journey became even more spectacular with the possession of a mysterious sword.

Born by the Clear Spring, White Mitchell was orphaned at a young age and raised by a mysterious old man clad in white. The old man, a highly cultivated Immortal, held great expectations for White Mitchell. He believed that Mitchell had endless potential and was destined to be a grandmaster in the Cultivation World.

Mitchell was exceptionally smart since young. His solitude-laden childhood failed to weaken his spirit, rather igniting his determination to pursue the highest realm. He was always fascinated with the magic of the Immortal Realm, incessantly cultivating and solidifying his foundation.

One day, the old man in white took White Mitchell to the pinnacle of the cultivation world – the Fairy Mansion. The Mansion, reputed to be the cultivation ground of Immortals, was a treasure of the cultivation world. White Mitchell was full of curiosity for the Mansion and hoped that through cultivation, he could reach a higher realm.

Together with Mitchell, the old man in white entered the Mansion, leading him to an endless stretch of mountain ranges. Above, pine waves roared, and clouds twined, with Immortal Qi permeating the space. As White Mitchell gazed into the distance, a wave of strength welled up within him. He sensed the mystical power of the Mansion.

The old man in white handed a sword to White Mitchell, named the “Heavenly Gang Sword”. According to legend, this sword was the treasure of the Mansion, only attainable by those endowed with remarkable destiny. The old man believed Mitchell to be the predestined cultivator who could master this sword.

White Mitchell took over the “Heavenly Gang Sword” and felt the astonishing power contained within. He knew that this sword would become an integral part of his cultivation journey. Mitchell proceeded deeper into the Mansion to commence his cultivation.

As White Mitchell ventured deeper, he increasingly sensed the perilous atmosphere in the Mansion. Countless eerie and fearsome demon beasts lurked in the shadows, coveting the mystic aura emanated by Mitchell, craving for his flesh and blood.

Mitchell drew a deep breath, realizing that he’s on the fringe of the Underworld. He was aware that the impending battle would be fierce. However, he was not afraid and had faith in his swordsmanship skills and cultivation abilities being strong enough to withstand any challenges.

Upon entering the Underworld, White Mitchell was greeted by an awe-inspiring, unique sight. It was a magnificent palace adorned with glimmering gemstones on the walls. Huge jades festooned the floor, sparkling with precious hues. The palace’s ceiling presented an eternal starry night, twinkling with countless stars.

White Mitchell swiftly detected the dense gloom and considerable evil forces within the Underworld. A wave of sinister wind blowing carried ear-piercing screech sounds. Demons scampered creepily in the shadows, as weakened souls wailed helplessly.

Suddenly, a chill pierced the air, prompting White Mitchell to grip his “Heavenly Gang Sword” alertly. Out of the cold mist emerged a middle-aged man in a black robe, his pale face covered with lines. His cold eyes exuded rampant brutality and wickedness.

This middle-aged man was the leader of the Underworld, King Yama, who commanded the demons and ghosts of the Underworld, with formidable power. He cast a sinister look at White Mitchell and smirked contemptuously: “Hmph, a puny cultivator dares to invade my territory. A sheer suicide mission!”

White Mitchell retaliated unfazed, his gaze icy as he stared at King Yama: “King Yama, I am here to vanquish the demons and evil spirits, to restore tranquility and peace to this place.”

King Yama scoffed, chanted an incantation, and instantly, the gloom around him converged into dozens of black “Ghost Knives”, thrusting menacingly towards White Mitchell.

White Mitchell steadied his mind and, using his unmatched swordsmanship, unleashed a golden light from the Heavenly Gang Sword, instantly shattering all the Ghost Knives.

The sight of this caused a shift in King Yama’s expression. He didn’t anticipate Mitchell’s swordsmanship to be so fierce. He coldly remarked, “So be it, allow me to personally escort you to your death!” As his voice trailed off, an intimidating surge of darkness enveloped him, causing the entire Underworld to tremble.

White Mitchell keenly sensed the intense power within King Yama, acknowledging the exceptional strength of his adversary. Mitchell stimulated his entire spiritual power, transforming into a white light, and fiercely engaged in battle with King Yama.

Their silhouettes darted about the Underworld, the clashing of the sword and knife echoing often, drawing the attention of countless demons and ghosts.

White Mitchell gripped the Heavenly Gang Sword tightly. Each swing was imbued with immense power. Amidst the flickering of the swordlight, it seemed as if a colossal wave swept across, hurling clusters of demons away.

King Yama, on the other hand, manipulated the gloom into a pitch-black blade that tore through the void. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not touch Mitchell.

Finally, seizing an opportune moment, White Mitchell unleashed an enormously domineering Sword Aura towards King Yama.

King Yama’s eyes grew cold, and without a hint of fear, he pointed a finger forward. From his fingertip emanated a wisp of black energy that froze the sword aura in place.

White Mitchell gave a faint smile, he waved his Sword Aura lightly, and the black energy was shattered by a hint of pale golden light.

At this moment, White Mitchell suddenly felt a sharp pain. He abruptly lowered his head and found that his flesh had been cut open by King Yama’s fingertip.

“What kind of method is this!” White Mitchell muttered in surprise, it was the first time he had been hit by an enemy.

King Yama sneered, his eyes gleaming like electricity: “Child, you are too naive!”

Having said that, he radiated a more potent Dark Energy, like a ferocious Dark Beast, opening its massive mouth and fiercely pouncing at White Mitchell.

White Mitchell gritted his teeth, refusing to admit defeat, he unleashed his swordsmanship with all his might, and rays of sword light burst forth like raindrops.

The collision between the sword light and the dark energy immediately filled the underworld with thick smoke, and the demons and ghosts were instantly devoured.

The contest between the two was like a ferocious battle of steel, with each move carrying the pressure of life and death, but White Mitchell never showed any sign of retreating.

Meanwhile, the other demons and ghosts in the underworld also got up one after another and launched their attacks on White Mitchell.

White Mitchell stepped on the wind, his Spiritual Power exploded, and he swung the Heavenly Gang Sword like a War God, each swing of his sword was capable of slaying a demon or ghost.

He rushed around the battlefield, defeating wave after wave of enemies, and his swordsmanship became increasingly sharp, his aura stronger than ever.

In the darkness, King Yama stood frozen in one place, surprise flickering in his eyes. He hadn’t expected that this young cultivator was so powerful that he could fight him to such an extent.

King Yama clasped his hands in a mystic gesture and chanted quietly, an icy curse spell drifted out from his lips.

White Mitchell sensed danger; his entire body’s Spiritual Power erupted, trying to dart away quickly, but he was too late.

A black binding force suddenly gushed out of the underworld, tightly binding White Mitchell.

White Mitchell struggled with all his might, but the binding force only grew tighter, his body began to echo with faint sounds of collapse.

King Yama chuckled slowly: “You are still too young.”

White Mitchell gritted his teeth, he was unwilling to fail like this, driven by the last sliver of hope, his Spiritual Power surged wildly.

With glowing white light radiating from his body, thunderbolts erupted one after another, the Sword Qi was like a dragon, emitting endless might.

White Mitchell suddenly unleashed an overwhelming Sword Force, the sword light was dazzling, rushing towards the binding force with an unstoppable momentum.

A hint of vigilance flashed in King Yama’s eyes, but he didn’t show the slightest retreat. Holding a giant knife, he unflinchingly rushed towards White Mitchell’s sword aura.

The energy of the two intertwined and exploded into a brilliant light in an instant, engulfing the entire underworld with tremendous power.

The sounds of swords and knives colliding echoed, and the energy waves splashed around. The ghosts and demons on the ground were blown away by the violent shock waves.

The watching ghosts were dumbstruck, they watched this scene in disbelief. They had seen countless battles, but they never saw such a thrilling fight. The power of these two had surpassed their imagination.

White Mitchell’s entire body’s Spiritual Power surged wildly, converging into a scorchingly hot sword qi. He gritted his teeth, pushing his Sword Aura to its absolute limit.

However, King Yama was not to be outdone. Enveloped in black energy and fiercer knife momentum, he suppressed White Mitchell’s sword aura to the point where he could hardly breathe.

“White Mitchell, do you think you can defeat me? You underestimate the power of the Netherworld!” King Yama said coldly.

White Mitchell laughed scornfully, with a flicker of unwavering determination in his eyes. “King Yama, don’t forget, I am a strong cultivator, I fear no one.”

His entire body was surging with Spiritual Power, his Sword Aura becoming even more violent, every sword swing seemed to tear the void.

King Yama felt an unprecedented pressure, realizing White Mitchell’s Sword Aura was getting stronger, and his blade momentum was gradually losing ground, angering him into tightly clutching his giant knife.

“Damn boy, die for me!” King Yama roared as he unhesitatingly condensed all the dark Qi of his body onto his giant knife.

All of a sudden, his knife momentum became powerful and ferocious, with the dark Qi like an enormous wave rushing towards White Mitchell.

White Mitchell felt a sweeping Dark Energy from King Yama’s body, causing a chill in his heart. But he did not retreat at all, instead advanced forward, his Sword Aura flaring even stronger.

He emitted a dazzling Sword Light from his body as if he were a bright star, driving away the Power of Darkness. The sword in White Mitchell’s hand never stopped dancing, his Sword Aura pursued the dark Qi like flowing light.

The interweaving of the sword and the knife, light and darkness, formed a spectacular scene. The violent shock waves raised enormous surges, while a strong Qi wave swept through the entire Netherworld.

Demons in Hell were scattered by the violent shockwave, many of them turned into wisps of black smoke and disappeared within the underworld depths.

During the fierce fight between King Yama and White Mitchell, their momentum escalated even further. Their power became purer and stronger, the Sword Aura and Knife Qi were intertwined, and their collision in the air sparked a dazzling light.

White Mitchell’s Sword Momentum gradually gained the upper hand, his Sword Light began to erode King Yama’s Dark Energy violently. Wherever his Sword Qi reached, the dark Qi scattered, while an intense expression of pain filled King Yama’s dark pupils.

“Impossible!” King Yama exclaimed in surprise, even starting to retreat some.

White Mitchell quickly approached King Yama, his Sword Aura getting hotter. He laughed coldly: “It seems that your Power of Darkness is not as strong as I imagined. Your authority and the power of the Netherworld are nothing but a bluff!”

As soon as White Mitchell’s voice fell, his Sword Aura reached its peak state. He suddenly stabbed towards King Yama’s abdomen. The Sword Light was like electricity, bright and sharp.

King Yama’s face changed drastically, he tried his best to block White Mitchell’s Sword Momentum, but his dark Qi was eroded by the Sword Light, he felt his power weakening rapidly.

“Cough cough… White Mitchell, don’t get too ahead of yourself! The power of the Netherworld is endless, you can’t defeat me!” King Yama roared.

King Yama’s body suddenly swelled, suddenly turning into a giant evil. The dark Qi in his body surged, forming a thick dark shell, enveloping his entire person in it.

“White Mitchell, do you think you can defeat me easily? You are too naive!” King Yama roared, his voice sounded more like a roar from Hell.

White Mitchell’s eyes were grave as he felt the oppression emanating from King Yama. This power seemed to crush him into pieces, but he did not retreat. On the contrary, his Sword Aura became sharper.

He soared into the air, his body was shining with a dazzling white light.

The Sword Light was shining brightly, like a cluster of shining stars. White Mitchell held up his sword, which had countless Sword Beams gathered over the sword body, rolling and dancing like dragons.

“King Yama, today I will cut you down!” White Mitchell gritted his teeth and shouted, his voice filled with determination.

King Yama sneered, and with a flap of his bone wings, he turned into a shadow and pounced towards White Mitchell swiftly. His speed was so fast that it was like a ghost in the darkness, making it hard for anyone to catch his figure.

White Mitchell’s face turned stern, with a flicker of caution in his eyes. He quickly stepped back and at the same time, his sword drew a Sword Light, directly charging at King Yama’s figure.

The Sword Light and dark shadow collided, creating a powerful impact. The Sword Light, like a rocket, pushed back the dark shadow, but the dark shadow quickly recovered and charged at White Mitchell again.

White Mitchell’s face turned gloomy, his figure moved flexibly to evade the shadow’s attack. He faintly felt that King Yama’s strength had become stronger than before, which rendered him very cautious.

Sword light splattered in all directions as White Mitchell and King Yama engaged in a fierce slaughter. The two shuttled through the air, sword light and dark shadows interwoven into a spectacular picture scroll.

King Yama’s attacks were continuous like a storm, leaving White Mitchell with almost no chance to catch his breath. Every attack contained a terrifying power that was difficult to resist.

White Mitchell’s movements were agile, his treasured sword dancing like the wind, attempting to resist King Yama’s onslaught amidst the chaos of sword light. However, he soon discovered that King Yama’s defense was nearly flawless, and every strike of his was easily resolved.

“White Mitchell, your sword momentum is sharp, but it is like a mosquito compared to me!” King Yama laughed with a hint of sarcasm.

A chill ran down White Mitchell’s heart, he knew he had to make a breakthrough now, or he wouldn’t be able to resist King Yama’s attack. He took a deep breath, made a thought move, and the power in his body began to surge continuously.

His body instantly radiated a mysterious aura, like an unperturbed lonely peak.

“You believe you can win, how naive!” White Mitchell chuckled coldly, determination flashing in his eyes.

He suddenly lifted his sword, pointing the tip toward the sky. The surrounding air was instantly drawn up, forming a vortex. White Mitchell’s body seemed to transform into the core of the vortex, absorbing the energy between heaven and earth.

Gradually, the white light on his body became even more dazzling, like a bright full moon. The ground beneath his feet began to tremble slightly, emitting a low rumbling noise.

King Yama took a few steps back, staring at White Mitchell with a solemn expression. He felt White Mitchell’s body churning with power, a force that made him feel a hint of irresistible pressure.

“Is this the pinnacle of… Sword Dao?” A look of shock flashed through King Yama’s eyes, he couldn’t believe the scene before him.

White Mitchell roared, his body suddenly accelerated, transforming his sword into a streak of lightning, charging straight at King Yama.

The sword aura bloomed, the brightness illuminating the entire battlefield. The sword auras of the two collided, igniting boundless sparks.

A massive shockwave spread in all directions, engulfing the entire battlefield. Mountain rocks were torn apart, trees were uprooted, and even the river in the valley was split into two halves by sword qi.

King Yama was pushed back several steps by this powerful force, fear flashing in his eyes. He couldn’t believe that White Mitchell had displayed such terrifying power.

A hint of pridefulness appeared at the corner of White Mitchell’s mouth. He knew he had finally found a breakthrough. The pinnacle of swordsmanship wasn’t just the sharp blade qi, but also the profound mysteries beyond that.

He attacked once again; sword light instantly enveloped the whole battlefield, shining as brilliantly as the Heavenly Gang stars.

King Yama’s figure continuously flickered in the sword light, attempting to evade White Mitchell’s attacks, but to no avail. Each attack severely wounded him, the sound of broken bones echoed continuously.

King Yama clenched his teeth. Despite his severe injuries, he didn’t want to admit defeat easily. He deployed his Ghost Power, shrouding his body in dark fog, reducing the damage from sword qi.

The dark fog spread, King Yama’s figure disappeared and reappeared several times within, as flexible as a ghost. He used the concealment of the dark fog to try and force White Mitchell to retreat.

Nonetheless, White Mitchell stood firm, gripping his treasured sword, striking continuously. His swordsmanship was as swift as falling stars, each swing ripped through space, making a terrifying cracking sound.

When sword met dark fog, it produced a harsh breaking sound. The sword qi and dark fog intermingled, creating a bizarre picture. White Mitchell’s swordsmanship became increasingly fierce, each swing being like the roar of thunder, its might was becoming even more superior.

King Yama felt unprecedented pressure; both his physical strength and Ghost Power were continuously consumed. He knew he was at a disadvantage. His only hope now was to extricate from White Mitchell’s constraints as soon as possible.

King Yama clenched his teeth, a glint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. He decided to use his most powerful move – “Yanluo’s Devil Spell”. His body’s dark fog suddenly surged, forming a huge dark Magic Array, radiating a strong Yin energy.

White Mitchell immediately sensed something wrong, he realized that King Yama was about to launch a devastating attack. He stopped resisting and instead prepared to strike. He knew that only when confronting King Yama’s strongest move would he have a chance to defeat him.

King Yama pushed the dark Magic Array, waved his hand, and dozens of magic Runes shot out, rapidly closing in on White Mitchell. These Runes contained King Yama’s demon power and would cause severe damage once hit.

White Mitchell calmly faced the wave of magic attacks. His treasured sword glowed brilliantly, turning into a beam of sword light, sweeping quickly through the void. At the same time, his aura suddenly escalated, condensing a layer of golden radiance around him.

The magic runes collided with the sword light, creating a deafening explosion. The air was overwhelmed with unsettled energy fluctuations which formed a chaotic battlefield. White Mitchell’s swordsmanship was like an invisible sharp sword, smashing the magic runes into pieces, and then transformed into fire dragons charging towards King Yama.

Facing the fierce attack of White Mitchell, King Yama dared not slack off. The black mist around him rolled continuously, forming a solid black shield, blocking the impact of the fire dragons. At the same time, he was observing the movements and sword paths of White Mitchell, trying to find his flaws.

White Mitchell targeted King Yama’s black shield with precision. His swordsmanship was as swift as a storm, each slash was carried with immense power. Using exquisite swordsmanship, he broke through King Yama’s defense, attempting to defeat him in one fell swoop.

King Yama felt the surge in pressure and understood that he needed to find a means to break through. He stopped defending against White Mitchell and instead started attacking proactively. King Yama turned into dozens of clones, attacking simultaneously, attempting to overwhelm White Mitchell by numbers.

White Mitchell’s eyes narrowed, but he remained utterly composed and resorted to his speed skill. His sword light was as swift as a shock, he dodged swiftly, infiltrating between the clones and accurately striking the real body. King Yama’s clones turned into the black fog one by one, eventually leaving his real body isolated and without support.

White Mitchell saw the opportunity and swiftly struck a lethal blow. His sword intent was unmatched, the sword light cut through the empty sky and stabbed straight into King Yama’s chest with destructive power.

King Yama clenched his eyes shut. The black fog on his body gradually dissipated, replaced by a frigid silence. He could feel the approach of death, endless remorse, and unwillingness emerged in his heart.

However, as the sword light was about to pierce him, his body faintly emitted a disturbing black light, which absorbed the sword light. King Yama opened his eyes abruptly, his eyes filled with madness and ecstasy.

“Hahaha! White Mitchell, wait for me!” King Yama’s voice was filled with terror and frenzy. The black fog in his hand turned into a massive black beam and shot towards White Mitchell.

White Mitchell’s expression changed as he felt the fear hidden within the black beam. Without hesitation, he released all his strength—his body emitted a brilliant golden light, and his sword transformed into a giant sword a foot long, colliding with the black beam.

An intense energy fluctuation swept all over, forming a terrifying storm. The surrounding space seemed to be torn apart, creating a horrifying cracking sound. Both King Yama and White Mitchell used their formidable strength to fiercely battle against each other.

The black beam and the golden giant sword crossed paths in the sky, releasing a deafening explosion. The energy fluctuations continued to spread, engulfing everything around them into the vortex of the fight.

The black fog around King Yama became thicker and his demonic power went more berserk. He grinned maliciously, fully swinging the black beam in his hand, trying to completely defeat White Mitchell.

White Mitchell felt unprecedented pressure, he took a deep breath and calmed down. He understood that losing confidence right now would mean failure. He concentrated his energy; the full strength of his body reached its pinnacle on the golden giant sword.

The golden giant sword emitted a dazzling light, piercing through the black beam like a thunderbolt. Both forged a dazzling curtain of light. Tremendous energy exploded from it, tearing apart the void around them.

King Yama was slightly stunned, not expecting White Mitchell to match him. His ecstatic expression gradually vanished, replaced by anger and irritation.

White Mitchell’s eyes were sharp like a sword, unwaveringly confronting King Yama. He knew, at this moment, only a full-out fight could determine the winner.

The fight entered a climax stage, the swordsmanship of King Yama and White Mitchell was as fast as electricity, each fight carried immense pressure. Their figures swiftly moved on the battlefield, the sword light and black fog intertwined in the sky, sparking dazzling rays of light.

Sometimes the golden sword light was brilliant, and sometimes the black magic fog was boundless. The entire battlefield was shaken by their power, everything else seemed insignificant.

Unable to bear any further, King Yama let out a roar: “White Mitchell, you dare to defy me! Watch me tear you to shreds!”

His voice was filled with ferocity and arrogance. The black fog around his body formed a giant black vortex. The vortex continually rotated, absorbing the surrounding black fog, becoming bigger and bigger.

White Mitchell frowned slightly, he could sense the terrible pressure from the black vortex. He understood, King Yama must be brewing a lethal move.

The black vortex grew bigger, the black fog in the vortex spread continuously, rolling towards White Mitchell. The black fog faintly carried the aura of the abyss, making one’s blood run cold.

White Mitchell stared intently at the black vortex, deciding to cease being passively defensive and launched an assertive attack instead. His body emitted a dazzling golden light; the sword light turned into an arc of light, stabbing towards the black vortex.

The brilliance intertwined with the black fog, emanating a blinding gleam. The sword light collided with the black fog, triggering an intense energy explosion.

The black vortex started trembling, and the abyss power in the black fog also gradually dissipated. King Yama’s expression was no longer grinning instead he was shocked and angry.

White Mitchell’s sword momentum became increasingly fierce as he relentlessly launched attacks, his swordsmanship swift and accurate. His gaze was fixated on King Yama, seeking his vulnerabilities.

King Yama felt the pressure of a desperate fight, deciding to stake it all. Suddenly, he lifted his hand and the black fog intensified, morphing into a massive black magic hand, rolling towards White Mitchell.

This black magic hand was monstrous, carrying destructive power, seemingly intent on utterly crushing White Mitchell.

White Mitchell’s gaze sharpened. He knew that this was a crucial confrontation. He dared not be careless. His hands tightened around the hilt of his sword, a golden Sword Qi burst forth with a blazing radiance.

When the black magic hand approached him, he suddenly leaped and struck with his sword from the air. The golden giant sword ripped through the air and collided violently with the black magic hand, resulting in a surge of intense energy fluctuations.

The black magic hand merely trembled slightly, but continued uninjured and still lunged at White Mitchell. King Yama’s expression became grim, a hint of battle intent emerged from the corner of his mouth.

As White Mitchell dodged the attack of the black magic hand, he concentrated his mind on resisting with all his might. His movements on the battlefield were as nimble as a phoenix, easily evading the attack of the black magic hand.

Suddenly, a glimmer of an opportunity came into his sight. He rapidly adjusted his position and launched another blow with a burst of Qi Force.

The giant golden sword cut through the void, releasing a strong Sword Qi, slashing directly down onto the black magic hand. Amid the violent clashes, the black magic hand finally dissipated into nothingness.

King Yama roared in fury, and a beam of black light spurted out again. The black fog around his body surged, forming a huge black shield that fully enveloped him.

White Mitchell sensed the oppressive force emanating from the black shield, knowing it to be an indestructible defence. He was thinking coolly about how to break through this barrier.

His gaze blazed, the Sword Qi again erupting with a blinding brilliance. He focused all his strength, deploying his ultimate move.

He abruptly leaped, raising the golden giant sword high above. At the tip of the sword a roaring flame ignited, quickly forming a colossal Flame Sword Qi.

The Flame Sword Qi roared like a dragon or snake, slashing towards the black shield. Amid the violent clashes, the black shield began to crack, with black fog splattering everywhere.

King Yama’s face instantly turned pale, he couldn’t believe the scene in front of him. His black shield was completely shattered, and the fog disappeared.

White Mitchell didn’t give him a chance to catch his breath. His figure shot forward like a bolt of lightning, the golden giant sword sharply descending. A dazzling golden Sword Qi cut through the air, striking King Yama’s body directly.

King Yama let out a horrific scream. His body was split open by the golden Sword Qi, a deep wound exposing flowing blood. His body instantly weakened.

White Mitchell knew, now was the time to end King Yama. He concentrated all the power in his body onto the tip of his sword, once again using his ultimate move.

The golden giant sword suddenly slashed down, the Sword Qi was unmatched in its fierceness, filled with endless intent to kill. A huge golden Sword Qi ripped through the void, cutting directly onto King Yama’s body.

King Yama let out a final roar, his body segmented into countless pieces by the golden Sword Qi, transforming into a sky full of black fog.

The black fog spread out, filling the entire battlefield. White Mitchell tightly gripped the hilt of the sword, all the power in his body was ready to go. He stared at the black magic hand in the black fog, his focus was concentrated on the next strike.

Suddenly, a black beam swiftly shot out of the black fog, aiming directly at White Mitchell. White Mitchell sidestepped, avoiding the attack of the black beam, but the black fog followed him closely, he couldn’t escape at all.

White Mitchell’s complexion became somber, he was aware of the potency of the black fog. The power possessed by this black fog could corrode his body completely. He had to quickly find a solution, otherwise, he would be in mortal danger.

White Mitchell thought quickly, recalling everything during the previous fierce fight with King Yama. He remembered King Yama’s weak point: the black fog was maintained by his magic power.

So, White Mitchell quickly adjusted his battle tactics. He began to circulate his Inner Strength, his whole body radiating a brilliant white light. This white light enveloped his entire body, looking like a holy shield.

When the black fog touched the white light, it let out an intense scream. It started to be driven away by the white light, revealing King Yama’s true form. White Mitchell didn’t miss this opportunity, he strode forward, lunging towards King Yama.

Seeing this, King Yama hurriedly evaded White Mitchell’s attack. He knew he was severely injured and could not confront White Mitchell head-on at this moment. He brandished the black blade in his hand, trying to find an opportunity to strike a fatal blow on White Mitchell.

White Mitchell was already prepared in advance, skillfully dodging King Yama’s Dark Blade attacks. His sword began to flash, striking King Yama with a speed so swift it left no time to cover one’s ears.

King Yama was forced back by White Mitchell’s sword momentum, gritting his teeth as he released the black mist again. The black mist spread out, attempting to entrap White Mitchell once more.

However, White Mitchell had already found a solution. Suddenly, he raised his sword, emitting a fierce white light from the blade. This white light shot out, piercing through the black mist and aimed directly towards King Yama.

King Yama quickly dodged, but the white light passed through, slashing his shoulder. King Yama let out a low growl, pain igniting his already fearsome magic power.

His flesh began to rapidly regenerate, and the black mist also thickened. White Mitchell knew time was running out; he must go all out to defeat King Yama.

White Mitchell fully exerted his inner strength, releasing a formidable aura. The sword’s glow converged into a Sword Dragon that, imbued with earth-shattering power, lunged towards King Yama.

King Yama sneered and extended his palm, using his immense magic power to form a black barrier, trying to block the Sword Dragon’s attack.

The Sword Dragon collided with the black barrier, producing a loud noise. Yet, the black barrier remained intact, only slightly shaking. A smug smile appeared the corner of King Yama’s mouth.

White Mitchell frowned at King Yama’s black barrier. He realized that the time had come to unleash his most potent move. He retracted his sword slowly and closed his eyes, silently reciting a spell to himself.

Suddenly a burst of tremendous energy erupted from inside White Mitchell. He started to emanate a radiant white light, like a shining star. This was his true power. White Mitchell felt like his body was about to explode.

“All Things Merge into One!”

White Mitchell roared out loud, and the white light on his body exploded, forming a dazzling column of light. This light gathered all of his power and shot straight into the sky.

King Yama also remained undaunted in the face of the dazzling light in White Mitchell’s eyes. The power of darkness inside him quickly amassed, forming a thick black barrier to counter White Mitchell’s attack.

The two powers crashed in mid-air, their potent forces igniting a storm. On witnessing this, White Mitchell abruptly opened his eyes and pushed both hands forward vigorously.

“Mighty Power of Hundred Flowers!”

At once, hundreds of colorful flowers blossomed from his palm, their petals dancing in the air. Each flower emitted a strong energy fluctuation as they rapidly swept towards King Yama.

A slight change crossed King Yama’s face. He didn’t expect White Mitchell’s attack to be this powerful. Desperately, he swung the Ghost Head Sickle in his hand, transforming it into afterimages that weaved through the sea of flowers, defending himself against White Mitchell’s onslaught.

The sounds of violent energy collisions echoed, and it seemed like the entire universe was swallowed by their overpowering forces. White Mitchell’s aura continuously escalated, and King Yama was also exerting his power unrelentingly.

“Yama, just give up!” White Mitchell yelled.

“White Mitchell, don’t be too proud. Do you think your power can defeat me?” King Yama sneered, his voice filled with disdain.

A glint flashed in White Mitchell’s eyes; he activated his ultimate skill.

“Heaven and Earth Unite!”

He muttered under his breath, and it felt like the surrounding air had solidified, a powerful suction force erupted from within him. This force caused King Yama to tremble slightly, feeling his power being gradually drained.

White Mitchell’s body suddenly quaked. His eyes glowed eerily as he formed a seal with both hands in mid-air.

“The universe in Heaven and Earth!”

He shouted loudly. The true power within his body surged wildly, merging his power with the earth. Immediately, a vast sky enveloped the entire battlefield, transforming White Mitchell as if he was an embodiment of heaven and earth.

White Mitchell swung his sword, spurting out sword aura from the tip like a ferocious dragon sweeping across. Each sword aura contained all of White Mitchell’s strength, completely destroying anything that came into contact with it.

King Yama was in retreat under the onslaught of Sword Qi, he felt his power dissipating, and the situation was extremely unfavorable to him. He knew that if this continued, he would inevitably be defeated by White Mitchell.

“No! I cannot be defeated here!”

King Yama roared with rage, and black patterns on his body flashed eerily instantaneously. His entire body erupted a powerful Power of Darkness, recovering the power previously damaged.

He swung his Ghost Head Sickle, transforming it into a black tornado surging crazily towards White Mitchell. The black tornado emitted strong Dark Fluctuations, consuming all the surrounding light.

White Mitchell’s face changed as he sensed the powerful energy from King Yama. However, he did not back down, instead his momentum became even more fierce.

The battle between King Yama and White Mitchell became more intense. The Sword Qi and the Power of Darkness collided against each other, bursting into dazzling light. Their battle consumed the entire world, and a storm swept across the field.

Many were watching the battle from a distance, among them a woman clenched her fist tightly, her eyes flashed with a firm light.

“White Mitchell, you must win!” she silently prayed, her heart filled with faith in White Mitchell.

The battle continued, the collision of powers seemed endless. Their duel was like a battle between Heaven and Earth, their momentum becoming more and more fierce, causing the surrounding space to start collapsing.

Finally, a powerful energy fluctuation erupted, enveloping the entire world. King Yama and White Mitchell were suddenly swept up by the energy fluctuation, disappearing from people’s sight.

The woman not far away stared intently in that direction, her eyes showed both worry and anticipation. She believed that White Mitchell would surely bring them victory, and he would not let them down.

Time passed by the minute, and White Mitchell was no longer in sight. A bit of unease was rising in everyone’s heart, had White Mitchell truly been defeated?

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the energy fluctuation, it was White Mitchell. Although he looked a bit fatigued, his eyes were shining with a firm light.

“King Yama, you are no longer my opponent!” he took a deep breath, his gaze firmly fixed on the front.

King Yama also appeared, his face was revealed to be fierce, and a strong Dark Aura was emanating from his body. One of his hands was severely injured by White Mitchell’s attack, but he did not give up.

“White Mitchell, I won’t let you have your way!” King Yama roared, madness flashed in his eyes.

The battle continued, their moves became increasingly fierce and relentless. Their attacks became sharper, with Sword Qi and the Power of Darkness intertwining together, releasing a tremor-inducing power.

Security and Earth changed colors once again, a storm swept across the battlefield, everything was consumed in their battle. Numerous people were shocked by their power, their battle had become a legend.

Ultimately, after a huge explosion, the entire battlefield fell into silence. White Mitchell and King Yama’s figures disappeared from people’s sight, leaving only a ruined land and shattered buildings.

This chapter is updated by freēwēbnovel.com.

Everyone couldn’t believe their eyes, they couldn’t determine who had won between White Mitchell and King Yama. Just when everyone thought they had disappeared, a voice echoed through Heaven and Earth.

“White Mitchell, you have won!”

Everyone looked up and saw the clouds in the sky rolling in agitation, a ray of light shot out from them. It was a young man in white standing in the air, with a smile on his face and the sword in his hand emitting a dazzling light.

Everyone cheered, they finally saw White Mitchell’s victory. The name of White Mitchell would go down in history and become the greatest warrior in the legend.

White Mitchell gazed into the distance, he knew that his mission had not yet been completed. His journey had only just begun, with more enemies and challenges waiting for him.

He held the sword tightly in his hand and walked forward with determined steps. The road to the future was filled with unknowns and challenges, but he believed that as long as the faith in his heart did not extinguish, he would overcome everything.

White Mitchell, this was his name, and it was also the beginning of a legend