laugh......
Wisps of white smoke curled up from the blade, and the carbonized black color of the entire blade gradually faded away from the remaining high temperature as Lord's boiling spiritual pressure subsided, returning to its original pitch black color.
"call......."
Lord's closed lips were slightly opened, and he exhaled a stream of hot air. After a large amount of sweat in his body was evaporated, a faint curl of white smoke was formed, evaporating around and emitting residual high temperature.
"Lord, your hands..."
A look of surprise appeared on Michael's beautiful face. Only then did she notice that the man's right hand holding the knife was already as cracked as black charcoal, as if it would shatter into debris all over the floor if touched lightly. .
Obviously, maintaining the state just now requires paying a certain price.
This burned-to-charred arm was the price Lord had to pay for his attempt to use third-level spiritual power to transcend levels and control a power comparable to the residual fire sword.
This similar experience only happened once when he forcibly used Hyōrinmaru's power when he was still weak.
but......
This is the captain's Zanpakutō. It has ordinary captain-level spiritual power. It doesn't matter if you use other Zanpakutō, but it's not enough in front of it.
After all, this is the existence itself, which is equivalent to the ancient Zanpakutō in the history of Soul Society. It is not surprising that it has such destructive power, whether it is against the enemy or one's own side.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't affect me at all."
Lord exhaled, glanced at his right hand, and said nonchalantly: "It's just an arm, it will recover soon."
Will it be restored soon...?
Michael was stunned for a moment, but she immediately understood the reason why Lord said this.
Click click click...
Hearing a crisp sound, Michael saw that the burnt and hardened skin on Lord's arm began to peel off piece by piece, revealing the bright red, brand-new muscles and skin inside.
In almost just a few breaths, Lord's right arm, which was originally burnt and carbonized, became intact as before, and you could even hear the crunching sound of the bones when he made a fist.
Michael was stunned.
In His memory, humans have never had the power to regenerate a broken limb!
"That's it."
Lord clenched his fist and felt the strength. After finding that there was no difference from before, he smiled and said, "Small injuries like this can be healed quickly."
"Humans... are indeed amazing."
Michael is an angel after all. He was just shocked for a moment, but soon regained his composure. He chuckled and said, "Originally, I planned to give you a divine blessing, but now it seems that it is no longer necessary."
"Let's put the blessing aside for now." Lord turned his attention to the surroundings again, frowning and said: "We should pay more attention to why Wilbur Whateley is dead, but the summoning ceremony is still there. conduct?"
"There is only one possibility..."
Michael thought for a moment and said in a deep voice: "That is because the host of the ceremony, Wilbur Whateley, has not died completely, so the summoning ceremony can continue to operate!"
"Although it's hard to believe...but it's not impossible." Lord narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly scanned the complicated blood-red spells at his feet, acquiescing to the angel's guess in his heart.
Judging from the experience of the previous battles, although Wilbur's individual strength is not strong, when it comes to life's tenacity, it is comparable to those cockroaches hiding in damp gutters.
The most admirable thing about cockroaches is their strong vitality.
Even if his brain is cut off, he can survive for more than seven days. Coupled with the terrifying population reproduction speed, basically except for the difference in appearance, he feels the same as Wilbur Whateley.
"Is there any way you can find it?"
Lord frowned, with a hint of impatience in his tone.
He noticed that the description of the ritual under his feet was gradually approaching completeness and success. The blood-red mysterious mantras were slowly outlining an extremely large and complex psychic ritual, which was obviously left to them. Time is running out!
"I'm sorry... If it were me at my peak, there might be a way to find traces of it, but currently I can't use the wings of Seraph, so I can't help you." Michael's emerald green eyes dimmed. A little, a little bit of disappointment was revealed in the words.
"I understand, you don't have to be sorry."
Lord's face was expressionless, but he was not disappointed in his heart. He said calmly: "It seems that we can only use that trick. Although it will be a bit wasteful, it is better than letting that ghost come."
Michael Tan opened his mouth slightly, his eyes full of curiosity.
Although she wanted to ask what other trump cards Lord was hiding now, due to the urgent situation, it was not the time to ask such questions, so she suppressed her doubts and planned to see what moves he was talking about.
"This is the first time I've used it..."
Lord took a deep breath, and his spiritual pressure surged out like a torrent: "Since you insist on hiding in the dark, then destroy this city together, Wilbur Whateley!"
Buzz! ! !
The spirits in the atmosphere trembled violently and were attracted like hurricanes.
The spiritual power visible to the naked eye turned into a torrent, roaring like an invisible hand stirring the entire sky, and finally formed a huge 'funnel' above Loder. The huge spiritual power gathered poured down instantly, pouring in crazily. inside this man's body.
The huge amount of spiritual pressure that cannot be expressed in words was continuously released and flowing out of his body.
A huge jet-black beam of light rose from the ground, penetrating the sky like a soaring sword. Even the blood-red ritual barrier could not completely cut off this terrifying spiritual pressure. The color of the entire world seemed to be here. The moment was plundered, leaving only the never-ending deep darkness in front of me.
This level of energy...
Michael looked a little dazed for a moment. At this time, the unknown energy gathered by Lorde was even infinitely close to her peak!
"...."
Lord's bright eyes shone like stars. He raised a finger to the sky and spat out a blurry prayer spell with invisible pressure from his mouth.
Just reciting those prayers and mantras inspired the huge spiritual power gathered!
The entire earth is constantly collapsing downwards, and the void is swept by ripples of spiritual power, showing the scene of paper being broken after folding, and the overwhelming sound of collapse, like the crackling of firecrackers, can be heard continuously.
The spiritual pressure gathered in the air was almost liquefied.
Michael, who was near Lord, suddenly felt a little short of breath. Countless goosebumps appeared on the surface of his skin as smooth as white as jade, and his emerald green eyes showed deep astonishment.
The long and complicated prayer mantra finally came to an end.
"Broken Dao No. 95: Five dragons are destroyed!!!"
Lord read out the name of the highest-order broken path word by word.
After being fully chanted, the power of No. 99 was enough to wipe the city off the face of the earth. No matter where Wilbur Whateley was hiding, there was no way he could survive this blow!
Roar--
The earth-shattering dragon's roar shook the sky for thousands of miles.
The surging torrent of spiritual pressure that was almost as solid gradually solidified, turning into ferocious and majestic divine dragons surrounding it, and then vibrated straight into the clouds in the sky, letting out a thundering roar in the blood-red sky and earth.
The dragon-shaped body formed by the condensation of huge spiritual pressure released incomparable power every time it soared in the clouds, making the entire sky tremble, setting off rolling waves visible to the naked eye.
The next moment, five giant dragons broke through the clouds and rushed straight to the ground!
