Chapter 387 385-The Great Battle
As they spoke, the surroundings became tumultuous with the rising wind and swirling clouds.
A pair of colossal hands stretched out from within the clouds.
These were the hands of the Shadow Clan's Clan Spirit.
The hand was like a towering mountain, reaching high into the clouds.
Its skin was rough and hard, as if weathered by a thousand years, yet still exuding endless power.
The palm was immensely wide, capable of easily holding a small hill within its grasp.
The fingers were long and strong, with nails sharp as blades, glinting coldly.
The giant hand bore numerous scars and marks, testaments to countless fierce battles and struggles.
Each scar symbolized the heroic spirit's glory, telling tales of their fearless courage and unwavering belief.
Within these scars lay a mysterious power, seemingly a concentration of the essence of heaven and earth.
When the Hero Spirit's hand moved, the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart, creating a deafening roar.
This tremendous force was enough to shake mountains and earth, making all of creation tremble.
Ethan's Dragonblade appeared instantly in his hand, but surprisingly, the giant hand was not reaching for him but for Sherry.
"Damn it!" Ethan shouted furiously, his hair standing on end. "Aren't you a Clan Spirit of the Shadow Clan? Why are you attacking Sherry?"
Sherry, powerless to resist, was grasped by the giant hand and swiftly pulled away.
Ethan hurriedly pursued, but in an instant, the immense aura emitted by the giant hand transformed into arrows striking Ethan.
He was sent flying backward, landing on the bridge.
The vast energy carried by the giant hand sent chills through Ethan's heart.
In the depths of his mind, the illusion that this giant hand was invincible began to emerge.
Sherry's hair flew backward, her face filled with terror:
"Ethan, fall back. I can handle this alone."
He knew, deep down, that Sherry's words were just to keep him out of this matter.
But now, with Sherry in the grasp of this mysterious giant hand, he had no choice but to intervene.
Without a second thought, his body covered in golden scales, the Golden Divine Dragon Blood surged within him like boiling water:
"Do you really think I could leave you here alone?"
Ethan shone with a brilliant golden light, resembling a golden war deity.
The [soul of war] in his mind sounded the horn of battle, making him feel as though his blood was igniting.
A beam of light emanated from Ethan's body, revealing a sword shimmering with gold and red hues.
The blade of the sword was covered in dragon scales, its edge razor-sharp as if capable of cutting through anything.
Ancient runes etched on the hilt radiated powerful deity power.
This was the Dragonblade. Ethan threw it like an arrow, but in the blink of an eye, the Dragonblade rebounded off the giant hand, creating only a few sparks.
Ethan leaped up to catch the rebounding Dragonblade.
The strong rebound force almost ripped the Dragonblade from his grip.
Ethan was dragged backward by the Dragonblade, moving a distance away, then looked at the giant hand before him, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
He gripped the Dragonblade tightly, deity power around his body starting to boil, a tremendous force surging within him.
He wielded the Dragonblade, charging towards the giant hand.
The giant hand sensed Ethan's threat and swung fiercely, sending a powerful force towards him.
Ethan's figure flashed, evading the strike.
He swung the Dragonblade again, slashing towards the giant hand.
The collision of the Dragonblade and the giant hand produced a thunderous boom.
The immense force caused the surrounding space to distort; even the fog was swept away, then quickly re-condensed.
Ethan and the giant hand's powers clashed in the air, engaging in hundreds of exchanges in just a breath's time.
He wielded the Dragonblade, each attack carrying the power to annihilate everything.
Meanwhile, the giant hand countered with its formidable strength, each movement causing vibrations in the space around them.
Their battle grew increasingly fierce, the surrounding space constantly breaking and reforming.
Ethan stared at the giant hand, filled with awe.
This hand possessed incredible power; each of its movements could summon storms and shake the earth.
Such strength could easily be termed divine.
Ethan even sensed a scent similar to that of the Thousand-Faced Demon Spider in the aura of the giant hand.
If it weren't for Ethan's transformation and his newfound understanding, he would have stood no chance against this giant hand.
Even now, Ethan could only just manage to resist.
Unable to gain an advantage over a prolonged battle, the giant hand shifted from defense to offense and began its attack.
The giant hand swung fiercely towards Ethan, bringing a whirlwind with it.
Seeing the giant hand's ferocious momentum, Ethan didn't dare to be careless.
Gripping the Dragonblade tightly, he soared into the air in an instant, evading the hand's strike.
Following closely, he rolled in mid-air and aimed a slash at the wrist of the giant hand.
However, the speed of the giant hand far exceeded Ethan's expectations. It swiftly retracted, dodging Ethan's attack.
Then, the hand stretched out swiftly and grabbed Ethan by the ankle.
Ethan felt a tremendous force pulling him uncontrollably towards the giant hand.
As he was about to be struck by the hand, Ethan tensed up and suddenly pulled out the Dragonblade, slashing towards the fingers of the hand.
In Ethan's grip, the Dragonblade was like a living True Dragon, emitting a sky-shaking dragon roar.
At this moment, Ethan knew he could no longer hold back.
All his strength mingled together, and his eyes emitted a crimson glow.
The Primordial Light in his mind flickered, releasing a trace of an ancient aura.
This aura blended with Ethan's power, magnifying his attack several dozen times.
"Die!!!"
Under this tremendous force, one of the fingers of the giant hand was severed.
The severed finger transformed into a wisp of green smoke in mid-air, slowly dissipating.
This scene was like a poignant painting, stirring emotions in those who witnessed it.
Ethan calmed down slightly, somewhat astonished.
"When did my strength become so powerful?"
Then he thought:
"If I am this powerful, so foreign even to myself, can I only sever a single finger of the giant hand?"
However, this action only incited the giant hand's boundless fury.
It swung its fist mightily, the sound of tearing through the air like the hand's roar, causing the entire battlefield to tremble under its immense aura.
The giant hand fiercely swatted at Ethan, whipping up a violent wind.
Ethan, seeing the relentless advance of the giant hand, tensed up.
He gripped the Dragonblade, attempting to dodge the hand's attack once more.
However, this time the speed and strength of the giant hand far exceeded his expectations, and he was unable to evade.
The giant hand struck Ethan's body hard, instantly sending him flying.
Ethan felt an immense force impacting him, his body feeling as if it were being torn apart, the pain unbearable.
He spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, his body crashing heavily to the ground like a shattered stone.
The giant hand didn't cease its attack due to Ethan's injury; it extended its massive palm towards him again.
Ethan struggled to support himself, trying to wield the Dragonblade for a counterattack.
However, his body had been severely damaged by the force of the giant hand, unable to unleash his original strength.
"No— " Sherry shouted loudly from within the hand's palm, tears glistening at the corner of her eyes, "Get away, you must get away."
At this critical moment, a determined light flashed in Ethan's eyes.
With the Emerald Spring essence on hand, he decided to burn the Golden Divine Dragon Blood to its fullest!
He closed his eyes, focusing his mind, feeling the dormant power within his body.
His heartbeat accelerated, his blood boiling within, as if a wave of heat surged through him.
His body began to emit a golden glow, the power of the Golden Divine Dragon Blood igniting.
As the Golden Divine Dragon Blood burned within him, Ethan felt his body brimming with power.
His strength soared to a new height in an instant, feeling as though he had transformed into a true Golden Divine Dragon.
"Die!!!"
Ethan charged forward relentlessly, raising the Dragonblade high and slashing fiercely at the giant hand.
Before even making contact with Ethan's Dragonblade, the giant hand dropped Sherry to the ground and quickly retreated into the mist.
The Dragonblade, carrying immense power, cleaved through the opposite shore, splitting the fog in two.
The scene was filled with a bizarre yet beautiful contrast.
He hurried to Sherry's side and picked her up:
"Are you okay?"
Sherry had a slightly puzzled expression, furrowing her brows as she shook her head:
"Of course, I'm fine. But that hand... it's strange..."
"Indeed, strange."
"What I mean is different from what you're thinking. I felt that the giant hand had no intention of harming me, rather it was taking me away."
Ethan's lips twitched slightly, his expression somewhat bewildered:
"No... could it be that the hand was trying to take you to the other side of the bridge?"
Sherry stood up, embracing Ethan and said softly:
"Regardless, thank you, Ethan."
Ethan and Sherry held each other tightly, all other thoughts fading from their minds, smiles gently gracing their faces:
"It's nothing, no need to say such things. You are my woman, after all."
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