YM778.TV Chapter 297: Seven-Star Sword
Chapter 297: Seven-Star Sword
With every clash of steel against abomination, the battlefield seemed to hold its breath. The two forces, one of indomitable skill and the other of relentless malevolence, clashed in a battle that would be sung of in legends.
Kaelar\'s strikes, imbued with the essence of the sword, struck true. Each blow was a testament to his mastery, finding the precise chinks in Tornit\'s grotesque armor. The abomination roared in frustration and pain, its once overwhelming strength now met with formidable resistance.
Yet, Tornit was not without its own terrible power. It lashed out with ferocious determination, its claws slashing through the air like the scythes of a reaper. Kaelar met each assault with a calculated parry or a swift sidestep, never allowing the abomination to find purchase.
As the battlefield\'s dust and debris settled, Kaelar\'s gaze remained locked onto the abomination. The ground beneath him seemed to tremble in anticipation of what was to come. His seasoned eyes, honed by countless battles, analyzed every nuance of Tornit\'s grotesque form.
A moment of silence hung heavy, broken only by the sinister hiss emanating from Tornit. It coiled, preparing to strike with a malevolent energy that seemed to pulse through its very being.
The clash between Kaelar and Tornit was a dance of extremes, a masterful swordsman pitted against a malevolent force of nature. Kaelar\'s strikes were a testament to his years of training, each one precise and calculated, seeking the weaknesses in Tornit\'s grotesque form.
Yet, the abomination was not to be underestimated. It lunged and thrashed, its movements a chaotic symphony of brutality. Its eyes, filled with a dark hunger, bore into Kaelar, seeking to pierce through the stalwart defense.
As the battle raged on, Kaelar could feel the strain of the fight taking its toll. He knew that sustaining this pace would lead to his own defeat. In the midst of the clash, he muttered to himself, his voice a low rumble of determination, "This is not good. If we keep this pace, sooner or later I will get defeated... I guess, I can only use that sword. I\'m planning to use the sword from the demons. I guess it can\'t be helped."
The decision weighed heavily on Kaelar\'s mind. The seven-star sword, a relic of ancient power, was not to be taken lightly. It held the essence of his legendary ancestor, a figure who had achieved the elusive Soul Strengthening Realm. The ancestor\'s power, channeled into the sword before his passing, now rested within the blade.
However, the seven-star sword came with its own limitations. It could only be wielded three times, and one of those uses had already been expended. The gravity of this decision was not lost on Kaelar, but in the face of Tornit\'s relentless assault, it seemed a necessary risk.
With a steady hand, Kaelar reached for the seven-star sword. As his fingers wrapped around the hilt, he could feel the dormant power within, a wellspring of energy that seemed to surge in response to his touch.
The sword\'s appearance, though ethereal, bore a tangible weight. The hilt was adorned with intricate engravings, depicting scenes of celestial battles and ancient wisdom. The blade itself gleamed with an otherworldly light, its edges as keen as a razor\'s edge.
Seven stars, each one a radiant gem, adorned the hilt. They seemed to shimmer with an inner light, casting a soft glow in the midst of the battle\'s chaos. These stars were not mere adornments, but markers of the sword\'s transcendent power.
With a final, resolute breath, Kaelar raised the seven-star sword, its brilliance illuminating the battlefield. He knew that this moment would shape the course of their struggle, a gamble that could tip the scales in their favor.
As Kaelar prepared to unleash the full might of the seven-star sword, a surge of power coursed through him, a fusion of mortal and celestial energies. With a voice that resonated like a thunderclap, he declared, "For the fallen, for the living, and for the world, I wield this blade."
Tornit, sensing the impending release of the seven-star sword\'s power, paused for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing its monstrous visage. It knew that Kaelar\'s actions marked a turning point in their duel, one that could spell doom for the creature.
The air seemed to thicken with anticipation as Kaelar channeled the sword\'s energy. The celestial gems on the hilt radiated a dazzling, prismatic light, casting colorful patterns across the battlefield. The very ground beneath them trembled in reverence to the sword\'s latent might.
With a swift, fluid motion, Kaelar struck, releasing a brilliant arc of energy that cut through the air like a meteor. The sword\'s power surged, leaving a luminous trail in its wake. It collided with Tornit\'s hide with an explosion of radiant energy, sending shockwaves that rippled through the landscape.
Tornit howled in agony as the celestial energy of the seven-star sword seared through its death-infused form. Its twisted body contorted and writhed in the blinding light, unable to escape the sword\'s righteous fury. The very essence of death within Tornit recoiled from the celestial power, a cataclysmic clash of opposing forces.
The battle reached new heights of intensity as Tornit, refusing to yield, unleashed its own death elements in a desperate counterattack. Dark tendrils of energy erupted from its monstrous form, swirling and lashing out at Kaelar. The very earth itself quaked under the immense power they both channeled, threatening to obliterate everything in its path.
Kaelar\'s swordplay became a dance of life and death, a testament to the cultivation techniques passed down through generations. He weaved through Tornit\'s relentless attacks, each strike delivering a torrent of celestial energy that clashed with the death elements, creating a mesmerizing display of light and darkness.
Amidst the chaos, Kaelar\'s voice resonated once more, "Your massacre ends here, foul creature!" He swung the seven-star sword with unwavering determination, and the clash between the two opposing forces created shockwaves that shattered boulders and uprooted trees, turning the battleground into a surreal battlefield of light and shadows.
Tornit, in response to Kaelar\'s celestial onslaught, unleashed its full, malevolent power. The abomination\'s death elements surged, creating a palpable aura of dread that hung heavy in the air. Its grotesque form seemed to swell with an ominous energy, and the earth quaked beneath its feet.
With a guttural roar, Tornit swung its massive, scythe-like appendages, each strike accompanied by a chilling wind that cut through the very soul. Dark energy lashed out in tendrils of shadow, contorting the landscape as it sought to devour all that stood in its path.