As the old man prepared to strike, a sudden surge of energy erupted around Liang. It crackled in the air, tingling on his skin and electrifying his senses.
To his bewilderment, a swirling vortex appeared on Liang’s left hand, giving birth to another sword - the Voidwing Sword.
As Liang tightly gripped the hilt, a manifestation of a colossal winged serpent materialized before him.
Across the battlefield, the old man’s eyes widened in confusion. The emergence of this sword defied all logic and reason. It had not arisen from any known rune, yet its aura and the ethereal manifestation that accompanied it were undeniably overwhelming.
He knew that the celestial integration matrix had rendered all other forms of energy ineffective, or so he had been led to believe. But here stood the Voidwing Sword, defying the very nature of that belief.
With a resolute spirit, Liang chose to embrace the combined might of the Chaos Sword and the Voidwing Sword. He channeled his energy flow, merging them into a singular entity. The two swords fused seamlessly, intertwining the dark, shimmering blade of chaos with the ethereal, luminescent form of the winged serpent.
In that moment, Liang wielded a weapon of unprecedented potential. The merged sword emanated a pulsating, palpable energy, as if it held the essence of both chaos and order. It crackled with power, ready to unleash its devastating force upon the world.
A wave of Liang’s hand sent the merged swords slicing through the very fabric of space and time. The air itself seemed to quiver in response, as a shockwave rippled outwards from his movement. The ground trembled beneath their feet, and the old man’s defenses faltered in the face of this overwhelming display of power.
The old man’s eyes widened with a mix of disbelief and awe. He had never encountered something so extraordinary, so beyond his realm of understanding. Doubt flickered across his face, but his resolve remained unyielding. With a battle cry that shook the heavens, he prepared to confront this new amalgamation of runes and swords.
Without warning, the old man launched a powerful punch filled with the energy of destruction toward the sword.
But to the old man’s surprise, his destructive power seemed to waver and weaken against the sword unmatched prowess. Not only that, but he felt the power he had gained from the other runes also diminish. It was as if Liang’s merged sword possessed a resonance that defied the old man’s abilities, pushing back against his destructive force.
Swiftly, the old man activated all his other runes to their fullest potential.
With a thunderous collision, Liang’s sword clashed against the old man’s fist. The sheer force of their combined power sent shockwaves reverberating through the air. The impact was so intense that the old man was flung several meters away, crashing into the ground in a spectacular display of defeat.
As the old man struggled to regain his composure, he glanced at his hand, now covered in blood. His gaze then shifted to Liang, his expression a mixture of anger and disbelief. However, as his eyes narrowed, he noticed a thin translucent layer of energy enveloping Liang’s body.
Realization washed over the old man like a tidal wave. He muttered under his breath, "Void power."
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The protective void layer surrounding Liang not only shielded him from the collision but also amplified the impact inflicted upon the old man, intensifying the damage caused.
"It seems like you’re not as clueless as you seem," Liang’s voice echoed through the air, awakening the old man from his momentary shock.
With every word, an aura of death seemed to emanate from Liang, enveloping the old man in an undeniable sense of impending doom. The sword in Liang’s hand hovered mere inches away from the old man’s neck, its cold steel gleaming in the pale light.
A sinister smile curved across the old man’s face, his eyes glinting with a wild determination. In a final act of desperation, he tapped into the essence of his life force, channeling the destructive power of the destruction rune with reckless abandon.
The energy surged within the old man, consuming his vitality and draining his life essence. Veins bulged on his forehead as the strain of activating the rune to its fullest extent took hold. Every fiber of his being vibrated with uncontrollable power, fueled by a reckless disregard for his own well-being.
The force of annihilation within the destruction rune coursed through his veins, threatening to tear his very existence asunder.
With a mighty roar, the old man unleashed the full might of the destruction rune. A radiant explosion filled the battlefield as a shockwave rippled outward, tearing through everything in its path. Destruction and chaos washed over the land, reducing the once pristine surroundings to rubble.
As the smoke and dust began to settle, the old man looked around at the devastation he had wrought. The once-majestic headquarters of the Brotherhood now lay in ruins, bodies of men and women alike strewn across the debris. The force of his destruction had been so immense that it seemed to have no regard for friend or foe, reducing everything in its path to mere shreds.
Gasping for breath, he fought to stabilize himself amidst the wreckage. Bruised and battered, a thin trickle of blood ran down his forehead, a testament to the toll his desperate move had taken on him. But there was no time for rest or respite. He knew he had to keep going, to survive this predicament he had plunged himself into.
Just then, a voice, seemingly laced with mockery and amusement, pierced through the air. "Sigh, old man, you are truly ruthless." The voice reverberated with a chilling tone, sending shivers down the old man’s spine.
His eyes darted towards the source of the voice, his gaze settling on Liang standing amidst the destruction, untouched and unscathed. The old man’s breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight before him. How was it possible? How could Liang have survived the devastating explosion that he had unleashed?
As the old man’s bewildered gaze locked onto Liang’s sword, he noticed its gleaming presence. The once-merged Chaos Sword and Voidwing Sword now seemed to emit an even darker, more foreboding aura.
As the old man’s realization dawned upon him, he saw that the power of destruction that he had unleashed seemed to be dissipating around Liang’s sword. The blade repelled any destructive force that neared it, shielding Liang from harm.
With a sinister smile, Liang approached the old man, his eyes filled with a cold determination. The aura of death surrounding him grew stronger, sending chills down the old man’s spine. There was no escape, no hope for survival.
The old man felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness. The strain from using his runic power to its limits in the previous attack had depleted him, leaving him vulnerable and defenseless. To make matters worse, a mysterious force seemed to enclose the space around him, constricting his movements and robbing him of his very breath.
Gasping for air, the old man’s eyes widened in terror as he realized the gravity of his situation. The power that surrounded him was suffocating, leaving him with no escape and no chance for survival. Emotions of regret and defeat flooded his mind, knowing that his life, his mission, would end here.
Liang, bearing the merged power of the Chaos Sword and the Voidwing Sword, approached the old man with calculated steps. His eyes glinted with an unforgiving resolve as he raised his sword high above his head. It seemed to radiate with a malevolent energy, ready to deliver the final blow.
With a swift motion, Liang’s sword arced down, cleaving through the air with an unstoppable force. The blade descended upon the old man, its dark, shimmering edge piercing through his defenses and cutting deep into his body. A pained, blood-curdling scream escaped the old man’s lips as his life force was extinguished, his body falling to the ground, lifeless.
As his adversary’s life ebbed away, Liang stood over the fallen old man, his chest rising and falling with a mix of triumph and exhaustion.
As Liang’s fingers released the sword, it dissolved into nothingness, revealing in its wake the emergence of the chaos rune.
A sudden shift in the atmosphere jolted him into high alert. The chaos rune, now visibly pulsating with an ethereal energy, began to rotate with increasing intensity. Gradually, as if orchestrating a mystical dance, the spinning symbol metamorphosed into the timeless Yin and Yang emblem, radiating an undeniable aura of duality.
Unfathomably, the symbol expanded and encompassed the entire surrounding area, engulfing everything in its path. An overwhelming wave of chaotic energy coursed through Liang’s veins, rendering him acutely aware of a profound shift in the very fabric of reality.
To his astonishment, the ground beneath him stirred with a newfound life, as if awakening dormant powers within. Runes emerged from the once-lifeless bodies strewn across the area. Gleaming and ethereal, these runes floated weightlessly above the unfortunate fallen, their collective energy resonating like an arcane melody.
With a mesmerizing grace, the ethereal runes commenced a mesmerizing procession, arcing toward the chaotic center where the Yin and Yang symbol radiated. Like celestial messengers answering an ancient call, the runes converged upon the chaos rune.
The chaotic energy within the chaos rune seemed to absorb and integrate the incoming runes, causing a brilliant convergence of power and essence. The runes merged and blended, creating a mesmerizing display of intermingling colors and energies.
After the fusion, the chaotic energies settled, and a profound stillness filled the air. Then, from the merged chaos rune, three distinct runes emerged, as if reborn from the depths of the fusion.
The first rune materialized, resembling a sword, its edges sharp and gleaming with a radiant aura. It exuded an aura of raw power and destructive force, resonating with the potency of a battle-ready weapon.
The second rune followed, resembling an armor, its intricate engravings and patterns shimmering with a sturdy, resilient brilliance. It emanated an aura of invincibility and stalwart defense, symbolizing unwavering protection and fortitude.
Lastly, the third rune emerged, glistening with a vibrant green luminescence. Its radiance pulsed with an unmistakable life force, exuding rejuvenation and vitality.
In Liang’s mind, a cascade of understanding unfolded.