Life After Prison

The lance that Quinton grasped firmly carried a boundless energy that resembled a dragon. His skill in wielding that lance was capable of levelling mountains, and the glow of his weapon mimicked a dragon that obliterated all obstacles in its path.

The void became unstable, and a web of cracks began to appear.

As Quinton drew closer, Severin’s expression transformed abruptly. He swiftly raised his Scarletsky Sword and executed a powerful slash. The sword energy stretched thousands of feet wide, resembling a golden line that materialized from thin air to intercept the advancing lance.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The fierce clash of two formidable weapons resounded throughout the sky. Each blow generated shockwaves akin to thunderbolts.

Soon, ravines stretching for several miles were etched onto the ground.

Quinton’s apprehension deepened as the battle drew on. Despite exerting his full strength, he found it challenging to make headway against Severin. By contrast, Severin effortlessly inflicted pain upon Quinton’s grip, causing the power of his blood and energy to boil over.

Aware that Severin was already a level two paragon, Quinton knew that such strength was not to be underestimated. Severin could transcend his own level in combat and was therefore a formidable challenger even to accomplished practitioners.

Faced with that realization, Quinton decided to stall Severin and bide his time until Favian’s arrival.

Severin was able to grasp Quinton’s intention as well, as he sensed the approach of numerous imposing figures flying toward them from dozens of miles away.

‘Darn it! If this goes on, my spiritual energy won’t be able to endure it much longer! I need to deal with him first and use the Teleportation Slip to escape!’ Severin ruminated anxiously.

He felt a little bummed that he had to use the Teleportation Slip before mastering it, but he knew that he could not afford to shift his attention elsewhere at the battlefield.

Without further ado, he brandished the Sky-Soil Zenith, which transformed into a huge mountain that hurtled right toward Quinton. In response, Quinton stepped forward and summoned a defensive spiritual treasure.

When Quinton went on the defensive, Severin had some respite as his divine senses activated the Chaotic Swordshadow in his energy center. The next second, Severin made several hand seals as his the swordshadow shot out from within him.

The strong spiritual energy, coupled with his chaotic swordwill, obliterated everything in its path. A several-mile wide plain formed over the valley.

“Slash!” Severin yelled as he directed the Chaotic Swordshadow mercilessly toward Quinton.

The attack caught Quinton off guard, as he had been struggling against the assault of the Sky-Soil Zenith. Goosebumps appeared all over his body as an overwhelming sense of fear crept in. There was no longer time to react, as the Chaotic Swordshadow had sliced through him and reduced his body, soul, and attainment to a crimson mist.

As Quinton’s demise unfolded, Favian’s enraged roar signaled his arrival in the valley.

“You’ve got some guts!”

Severin was barely able to take a breather. Enraged at the death an elder, Favian’s unleashed his level nine paragon aura, shattering more than a ten- mile radius of the void.