Don’t stop—keep attacking! It’s just a dragon and a boy! We’ve got numbers like a tide; we’ll win! Hit them with everything!
Seeing the Sacred Realm mages freeze again, Jiafa’s roar cracked like thunder rolling off cliffs.
Forbidden Spell—Fire God Descends!
He lifted his staff high; the sky split like dry porcelain, and a blazing titan fell like a sun torn from heaven. It stood over forty meters, a mountain of flame.
Hill, leave the big one to me. I want to test the Shattered Light Sword.
Hill crouched to spring, then stilled. Her eyes shone like embers under ash. Oh-oh! Fine, Boss—go get ’em!
I steadied my breath, looked to the fire god looming like a volcano, then let my eyelids close like shutters against storm.
Ten Thousand Swords Fall!
My eyes snapped open; I swung the Shattered Light Sword. The air shuddered like a drumskin struck by lightning.
Space around the fire god rippled, then birthed blade after blade, each glowing gold like dawn poured into steel.
In heartbeats, that pocket of space was a forest of swords, a field of wheat turned to bright blades.
Attack!
I drew the Shattered Light Sword down, cutting like rain.
Clang! Clang! Clang! …
The ring of blades spun like a cyclone; with every turn, hundreds of swords fell, thudding into fire, wringing a beast’s howl from the titan.
Ten slow seconds slid by like cold dew.
Every sword was buried in the fire god; it bristled like a hedgehog forged from light, spikes glittering like frost.
Detonate.
I clenched a fist; the word dropped like a stone into still water.
BOOM!!
The buried blades flared blinding gold, then erupted together, a field of suns going off at once.
Shockwaves hammered the gorge; space buckled like collapsing ice, and the fire god unraveled to raw elements, drifting like ash back to heaven and earth.
Whoa! Boss, that was amazing!
Hill’s voice rang bright, joy flaring like sparks in night.
Praise the Shattered Light Sword, not me.
Even I was stunned; one percent of its power felt like a comet’s fist. If I unleashed everything…
No—leave that for later. Right now, we tear down these annoying Sacred Realm mages.
I shook off the thought, tightened my grip, gaze cutting ahead like a blade.
…Why are you still dazing?! Hit them with all you’ve got!
Gu Aoson’s face darkened like stormclouds as he snarled at the Sacred Realm mages.
Y-yes!
The shout rippled through them like wind through reeds; they finally moved.
Then I’ll start! Forbidden Spell—Meteor Barrage!
An elder beside Jiafa thrust his staff forward; a ten-meter, earth-yellow sigil rose like a cliff-face.
From that circle, meteors surged one after another, crashing toward us like a stone river from the sky.
Scattering Flames!
Hill’s massive claws flared with violet-red fire, a bloom like night orchids blazing at dusk.
She lifted her claw, then slapped forward; the flames flew like a flock of phoenix feathers.
Sizzle…
Ahead, space filled with violet-red blossoms, splayed like lanterns in a dark festival; the meteors burned away, crumbling like charcoal in kilns.
Hmph! My turn—Forbidden Spell—Absolute Freeze!
Another Sacred Realm mage whipped his ice-blue staff; the gorge’s temperature plunged, frost layering like winter veils.
Hill’s flames froze into crystalline petals, while nearly half the meteors, untouched, hurtled at us like a hailstorm.
Draw Sword Technique!
I’d been charging since before Hill struck; the charge had swelled past its limit like a dam under flood.
I didn’t hesitate. I cut the Sword Aura loose.
…
The solidified Sword Aura flew with no doubt, pulverizing the meteors like brittle stone, then kept going, streaking for the Sacred Realm mages like a falcon’s dive.
Damn it! Why are they both this strong?!
Gu Aoson finally snapped. He drew his artifact-grade wand—Shining Heaven—and lifted it like a pillar spearing the sky.
Divine Spell—Fount of All Evil!
What?!
My cry slipped out as I stared upward, heart gripping tight like a fist.
Above Gu Aoson, a sphere of black smoke condensed from nothing, swelling like a storm cloud fed by night; in moments it loomed as large as a mountain.
Boss, this is bad.
Hill’s gaze fixed on the sphere, her voice low, like a drum before war.
Hill, what is it?
That old man’s preparing a Divine Spell.
Divine Spell? What’s that?
Boss, a Divine Spell is Divine Realm–level magic. That sphere holds the laws of Destruction and Curse. It’s not something Forbidden Spells can match.
But Gu Aoson’s only at Holy Peak in the Sacred Realm.
True—but his wand’s artifact-grade. With Holy Peak strength, he can draw out its full power. Casting a Divine Spell isn’t strange.
As she finished, Hill unfurled her magic domain—
Magic Domain—World of Silver!
In an instant, heaven and earth turned pure silver, a world washed clean like snow at dawn. In that moment, nothing existed but silver.
Hill began to chant; the syllables were dragon-tongue, rolling like ancient tides. I couldn’t parse them, only feel the weight.
Her chant quickened like beating wings; a massive silver sigil formed above the gorge, petals of light unfolding.
Its energy pulsed beyond the Sacred Realm, pressing toward the Divine Realm like a moon rising over the horizon.
Half a minute crawled by, slow as frost spreading.
Both magics were ready—
Gu Aoson’s black sphere now spanned half the gorge, a night sun heavy with ruin.
Hill’s array wrapped the entire gorge, pouring silver radiance that drove the darkness out like dawn flooding a valley.
The light didn’t stop at the gorge; it spilled outward, likely bathing the lands beyond like a sea of morning.
Their magics stood at opposite poles—Gu Aoson’s steeped in destruction, cold, and shadow; Hill’s brimming with healing, warmth, and light.
Yet one truth burned the same: both magics had stepped past the Sacred Realm and reached the Divine Realm.
