A fiery red hue enveloped the first figure, black flames flickering and dancing around his body.
The second figure experienced a surge of power, surrounded by swirling gusts of black wind. Like a cyclone, the air whirled around him, demonstrating his command over the element of wind.
The third figure emanated an earthy energy, causing the ground to tremor beneath them. Rock formations sprouted from the earth, encasing his body in an impenetrable armor, showcasing his dominance over the element of earth.
The fourth figure was engulfed in a torrential downpour, black water droplets cascading like a relentless waterfall around them. The element of water bowed to their command, showcasing their fluid movements and mastery over this life-giving force.
The fifth and final figure was surrounded by an electric dark blue glow, crackling with electricity.
As the dark aura intertwined with these elemental forces, the air became charged with an oppressive energy.
However, Liang stood unfazed. The darkness had long been his ally, an extension of his very existence. With a smirk playing on his lips, his eyes glinted with a dangerous resolve. He welcomed the challenge before him, recognizing it as an opportunity to unleash his enigmatic abilities.
From the depths of the abyss, a surge of ancient and overwhelming power surged through Liang’s veins. It pulsed through the core of his being, an untamed force eager to break free.
Boom!
The Primordial Chaos Rune emerged from the depths of the void, its aura enveloping the entire area in an oppressive cloak. The air trembled with its energy, recognizing the magnitude of its primordial essence.
Feeling the power emitting from the rune, the old man’s eyes widened, his face darkening in realization. He recognized the similarities between this chaotic force and the stone that had once belonged to him. The memories of his lost power flooded back, and with it, an overwhelming desire for revenge.
The rune suddenly began to radiate a blinding light. Its form shifted and expanded, consuming the entire vicinity in its ethereal glow. Time itself seemed to halt in its presence, as if the very fabric of reality had been frozen in anticipation.
As the light intensified, a swirling Yin and Yang symbol appeared at the heart of the rune, emanating a soothing yet awe-inspiring energy. The symbol expanded, its tendrils reaching out and embracing the surroundings, absorbing the residual darkness with a voracious hunger.
In that moment, the brotherhood members faltered, their faces turning pale and their bodies weakening under the strain.
The old man’s gaze shifted from Liang to the rune, his face contorted with a mixture of fear and anger. He had seen this power before. The rune possessed a unique ability - the power to abolish and neutralize forms of energy, leaving those in its wake vulnerable and defenseless.
As the old man contemplated his next move, the rune vibrated with an otherworldly energy, resonating with Liang’s command. It transformed, elongating and shifting until it coalesced into a magnificent sword. Its dark, iridescent blade shimmered with a hint of chaos, as if it held the very essence of Yin and Yang within its core.
The hilt of the sword was adorned with ancient symbols, intricately carved to represent the delicate balance between chaos and order. It felt weighty in Liang’s hands, its grip perfectly molded to fit his touch. The sword in its entirety appeared forged from pure chaos, shimmering with a distorted mix of black and red hues.
With the Primal Sword cradled firmly in his grasp, Liang stepped forward, his movements infused with a deadly grace. As each footfall met the earth, a powerful resonance emanated from the ancient rune embedded within the blade, causing the very ground beneath him to tremble in reverential awe.
Summoning an explosion of unparalleled speed, Liang launched himself into the heart of the enemy, his Primal Sword cleaving through the air with astonishing swiftness. A formidable figure, wreathed in flames, attempted to strike him with a wave of scorching heat. But Liang effortlessly deflected the attack, his skill and prowess forming a protective shield of chaotic energy that absorbed and neutralized the intense inferno. With an elegant and lethal counterstrike, he sliced through the man’s fiery defenses and decapitated him in a single fluid motion.
Undeterred, Liang then squared off against the master of wind, a being capable of summoning whirlwinds and cyclones. Despite the violent gusts that threatened to disorient him, Liang stood his ground like an unwavering titan.
Drawing upon the raw and untamed chaos that enveloped his blade, he unleashed a devastating strike, severing the very bonds that granted the wind-master control over the tempestuous currents. Gasping for breath and disoriented, the once-powerful wielder of the tempest fell to his knees, Liang’s sword finding its mark and piercing the man’s heart, ending his reign over the air.
Moving with preternatural agility, Liang faced the earth master, whose body had become encased in an impenetrable suit of stone armor.
Unfazed by the formidable defense, he gracefully guided the Primal Sword with an almost supernatural harmony, channeling the raw power of chaos that splintered the unyielding armor into countless shards. Stripped of his invulnerable protection, the earth-bending master stumbled backward, his abilities shattered and his body rent in two, crimson blood splattering the ground in macabre patterns.
Liang’s piercing gaze then turned toward the figure commanding water, who unleashed torrents of blackened liquid in a desperate attempt to overwhelm him. Yet, their efforts were in vain as Liang expertly flicked his wrist, generating a counter-wave of chaos-infused energy that neutralized their control over the watery onslaught. His movements precise, his strike unerring, he swiftly dispatched the water-master, sending them sprawling to the ground, their lifeless body succumbing to the unforgiving embrace of death.
Finally, Liang confronted the man who wielded the crackling power of electricity. Bolts of lightning crackled and danced around him, each seeking to strike Liang with their lethal charge.
But he remained unwavering, his connection with the Primal Sword acting as a conduit for the chaotic energies. With lightning-fast reflexes, Liang intercepted and redirected the wicked bolts, transforming them into vengeful tendrils of his own making. The electrically charged man convulsed in excruciating torment as the very power that he commanded consumed him, leaving nothing but smoldering ashes in his wake.
As silence fell upon the aftermath of the battle, the other brotherhood members watched in fear. None of them even dared to breathe.
All that remained was the old man, who watched with a mixture of fury and fear at the scene unfolding before him.
Blood oozed from the old man’s clenched fists, his knuckles white with rage as he confronted the realization that his loyal followers had been vanquished. His gaze met Liang’s, a blaze of hatred and vengeance that threatened to consume them both.
With a knowing glint in his eyes, Liang extended his arm, the Primordial Sword gleaming in the fading light. He silently challenged the old man to face him.
As Liang confronted the old man, an overwhelming sense of foreboding radiated from the depths of the elder’s soul. His aura, tinged with the ethereal essence of a Harmonic Nexus Mastery Realm expert, surged to its zenith. The air around him crackled with an ancient power—a force that had been honed over countless battles and cultivated through years of unwavering dedication.
With a mere wave of his hand, the old man summoned four mystic runes, imbued with the essence of ages past. Each rune shimmered with an intense brilliance, representing a unique hue of otherworldly energy. Green, gray, black, and red pulsed in harmony, signifying the convergence of ancient forces about to be unleashed upon the battlefield.
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Overwhelmed by desperation, the old man sought to reclaim control of the battle by tapping into the raw power contained within his runes.
Glistening with a vibrant green luminescence, the "Enhancement Rune" materialized before him. In a burst of radiance, it fragmented into four brilliant rays of light, gracefully soaring towards the old man’s arms and legs. The enchanting beams melded with his flesh, cascading through his veins and sinews. In an instant, his limbs brimmed with unprecedented strength, granting him enhanced prowess, dexterity, and might.
Following closely, the gray rune, symbolizing protection, manifested with an enigmatic elegance. It silently blended with the fabric of his being, enveloping him in a shroud of impenetrable resilience.
The arrival of the black rune, the embodiment of shadows, heralded a supernatural transformation. Its inky darkness permeated the old man’s body, fusing with his very essence. As the rune coursed through his veins, his form became an ethereal specter, intertwining with the veil of darkness.
With this newfound ability, the old man transcended physical limitations, allowing him to dart through space and time with unmatched fluidity and grace.
Finally, the red rune surged forth, pulsating with a raw, volatile intensity. The "Destruction Rune" infused the old man’s core, sparking an insatiable hunger for annihilation.
Every fiber of his being absorbed the destructive energy, amplifying his fury to a cataclysmic level. Flames danced within his eyes, reflecting the uncontrollable rage that seethed through his veins.
Unified within the old man’s being, the four runes redefined him—a being of unparalleled power and ferocity. With each step, each breath, he exuded an unimaginable aura—an amalgamation of ancient might, wisdom, and sheer determination.
As Liang sensed the overwhelming aura emanating from the old man, his eyes narrowed, realizing that this encounter would not be as straightforward as he initially thought. The old man stood before him as a Quadruple Sage, a formidable opponent that would pose a great challenge.
Liang’s mind drifted to his seven-colored rune, a source of immense power that would have easily allowed him to overpower the old man. However, the circumstances had changed, and he found himself without this advantage. He felt a pang of regret, knowing that his current predicament required a different approach.
While he recognized the immense potential of the primordial chaos rune, he admitted that he had not fully grasped its true power or become well-versed in its usage.
Despite these uncertainties, Liang remained undeterred. He maintained a calm confidence, untroubled by the situation at hand.