Chapter 2968 Meaningless

Chapter 2968 Meaningless

A twin pair of wings that looked like cracked space and severed reality appeared on Shan'Rae's back. At the same time, her scythe shrank but became more deadly all at once. Her attacks became swifter, space began to suppress and form a Domain around Leonel, all while the scent of death lingered more and more fiercely.

Leonel indifferently countered everything, his spear moving with the fluidity of a swordfish in the sea. Every strike was firm and precise, and while the air seemed to implode where their blades collided, Leonel was never the reason. His blade was controlled too precisely, too perfectly.

"[Resonate Hum]." Shan'Rae's voice echoed as a pair of silvery-black spinning cyclones appeared behind her wings.

Large amounts of Force began to hammer toward her as though they couldn't rush forward fast enough, and Leonel was even beginning to sense the barrier the golden key had put up wavering as it was forced to allow this Force in.

At the same time, he felt that every time the air exploded, Shan'Rae took that borrowed force, fed it into those silvery-black cyclones, and then fed it into her own attack.

The longer the battle went on, the more energy she gathered, and the more her strength increased.

It was such a profound level of spatial control that even Leonel felt impressed. If things continued like this, he would find that even if his will wanted to continue, his arms would no longer be able to hold themselves up.

He wasn't surprised in the slightest.

The Void Race's heritage should be deeper than any he had ever come in contact with. Whatever abilities they had would certainly be amplified to the greatest extent with their techniques, and this [Resonate Hum] was just one of them.

Her power continued to increase, and Leonel found his wrists shaking and quaking so much that he was having a hard time maintaining his control. If he took the time to re-establish his hold, by then, Shan'Rae's next attack would come. But if he didn't take time to stabilize his blade, then his next attack would be duller and less precise.

The scythe's strikes came in a relentless avalanche. It was clear that Shan'Rae had already realized that she was no match for Leonel in terms of weapon control and skill. So she abandoned any thought of trying to compete with him in that realm, instead choosing the most violent and brute force approach she could.

And at this point, with the strength of her body and the potency of her Forces, it was working.

Until Leonel's gaze suddenly sharpened.

Swift.

His spear's speed suddenly doubled, and the world whined and shook.

Her expression changed and she hesitated, not sure whether to pull down her defenses or to keep them up to weather the storm.

However, that was when it struck her.

He hadn't disappeared.

He was everywhere.

He was everything.

One spear to connect the earth and the skies...

The line didn't represent a growth in his blade. It encompassed the artistic concept of a single attack being capable of going anywhere, doing anything. A single two-meter-long spear could touch both the Earth and the Heavens at the very same time.

What did that represent?

It meant that her defenses, her senses, her readiness...

Were all meaningless.

BANG!

A single spear pierced through the top of Shan'Rae's head and cut her body in two.

Her heart would have leapt into her throat, had it not been for the fact it was now cut in two as well.

Leonel landed on the ground, huffing for breath and blood leaking out of the corners of his lips.

He raised a hand to his throat and pulled his fingers back to look at the crimson liquid dripping from it.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood.