With a wave of his hand, the man with the ice dragons commanded his formidable companions to launch a relentless assault. The dragons responded with vicious determination, their frozen bodies pulsating with raw power. They lunged at their opponent with teeth bared and claws ready to rend flesh.
The man with the ethereal black hair raised his hand, his eyes shining with an intense resolve. Two of the five gleaming runes adorning his body surged forth, pulsating with power as they unleashed streams of black fire. The fire coalesced into a raging tempest, swirling with an otherworldly darkness that devoured everything in its path.
With an infernal roar, the tempest of black fire collided with the ice dragons, engulfing them in a maelstrom of destructive energy. The dragons writhed and twisted in agony as the flames consumed their icy forms, reducing them to nothing more than fleeting memories.
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The man with the ice dragons watched in horror as his icy dragons were extinguished by the man with the black hair. His fury turned into desperation, his eyes wide with disbelief. How could this seemingly ordinary runic cultivator possess such unimaginable power?
Liang, his voice resonating with both calmness and a hint of menace, spoke through the roaring flames. "You are wondering how I am this powerful, while I am a Runeforged Vertious while you are a Runic Mastery Vertious, Right?"
This right after receiving the Ethereal Serenity Technique, Liangâs cultivation soared greatly, but that wasnât the main factor here.
Not long after, he left with Nocturna, he visited Ignita, and it was a fruitful journey. He had collected more than a thousand runes, though most of them were armor and weapons runes.
However, his cultivation rose greatly after the Chaos Rune assimilated them.
Unfortunately, many people there discovered his existence after he destroyed multiple factions. Left with no other choice, he left the deserted planet and now found himself on this icy planet.
Likewise, he continued his evil campaign in collecting runes, until he destroyed a force called the Icy Dragon Pavilion. At first, he thought it was an ordinary force, but now he realized it was much more.
The Chaos Rune on his forehead emerged, swirling with a current of chaotic energy that merged with the fire of the two previous runes.
"Chaos Inferno Array."
The flames danced and writhed, forming tendrils of pure chaos that lashed out at the man with the ice dragons. The intense heat distorted the air, creating a mirage-like illusion around Liang as he stood amidst the raging inferno.
The man with the ice dragons frantically attempted to summon his runic defenses, but to his dismay, they proved ineffective against the onslaught of the Chaos Inferno.
With each passing moment, the power of Liangâs chaotic flames grew stronger, generating an ever-increasing tempest of destruction. The very ground beneath them cracked and split, releasing geysers of scalding steam that ascended like twisted pillars of chaos.
The once majestic mountains surrounding them crumbled and shattered under the relentless assault of the Chaos Inferno.
The icy peaks melted away, cascading down like molten crystal waterfalls. The sky itself darkened, eclipsed by swirling shadows that contorted with the immense power of Liangâs chaotic flames.
As the flames eventually subsided, leaving behind an eerie silence, Liang stood in the center of the devastated landscape. A faint ethereal glow enveloped his figure, while the man with the ice dragons was nowhere to be seen, likely reduced to nothing but ashes.
In a sudden twist, five additional runes emerged from the chaos, and Liang swiftly absorbed them, their power merging seamlessly with the Chaos Rune.
"Well, that was quite invigorating," Liang chuckled, reveling in the aftermath of the chaos he had unleashed. He took a moment to savor the warm wind that now swept across the once icy planet.
However, his moment of calm was abruptly interrupted when he felt a distinct calling. It was a familiar presence, one that he had encountered before, back when he first arrived at Nectorana and killed that young man outside the village.
With a flicker of anticipation in his eyes, The chaos rune on his forehead began to glow with an ethereal light, engulfing him with its otherworldly aura. In an instant, he vanished, leaving no trace behind.
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Back to Nectorana, a chilling rumor spread like a wildfire through the enchanting Twilight Moors. Whispers carried on the wind, tales of entire mortal villages and cities vanishing without a trace. Countless cultivators hastened to investigate the perplexing phenomenon, seeking answers to the mysterious disappearances. Yet, despite their tireless efforts, the truth remained elusive, enveloping the land in an eerie shroud of uncertainty and fear.
In the forest near the ruins of a once flushing village a young man approached a figure cloaked in a flowing black robe, her head and body concealed from view. "Young Miss," he spoke with urgency, "the runes have been gathered and the bodies disposed of as instructed." With reverence, he presented a delicate jade case filled with ancient symbols, placing it gently into the young womanâs outstretched hand.
But out of the blew like ethereal serpents, black and white rays pierced through the young manâs head and the jade case With a chilling precision, the black and white rays tore through the air, leaving behind a trail of crackling energy that filled the surroundings with an ominous hum.
The young manâs expression froze, his eyes wide with shock as he collapsed to the ground, life draining from his body. The jade case slipped from his lifeless fingers and clattered onto the uneven cobblestones.
Startled, the young woman stumbled backward, her heart pounding with a mixture of surprise and apprehension.
She swiftly turned her gaze toward the source of the unexpected attack, her eyes narrow with caution.
Emerging silently from behind a gnarled tree, two figures materialized into view. One was a young man adorned in a robe of contrasting black and white hues, emanating an aura of unfathomable power.
The other was a woman, her flowing hair a mesmerizing blend of white and black strands, her skin porcelain-pale.
Clad in the same enigmatic black and white robes as the young man, she exuded an air of otherworldly grace.
"As expected, it was you all along," Markin said, seemingly unfazed by the presence of the mysterious black-robed woman.
The other woman chuckled, her voice cold and detached. "Little Markin, you have disturbed my cultivation just for a Runeforged Realm girl? How amusing."
The black-robed woman tried to teleport away, her movements swift and graceful. But to her dismay, she found herself unable to do so. A barrier of shimmering energy encased her, trapping her in place.
"Donât tire yourself. I have already set up a seventh-order Benediction Sanctuary Array and a seventh-order Disruption Matrix Formation. Itâs impossible for you to escape today," the woman mocked, her voice dripping with condescension.
Realization washed over the black-robed woman, her mind racing to understand how this had happened. She had taken every precaution, ensuring that there were no traces left behind and that no one had followed her. Yet here she was, caught in a trap of her own making.
A flicker of doubt crossed her mind as she glanced at the lifeless body of the young man on the ground. Could it be? But how? Each one of the people she had sent to collect the runes was a trusted servant, blindly loyal to her. It was impossible for any of them to betray her. Yet, something had gone terribly wrong. However, this wasnât the time to dwell on betrayal or mistakes. She had to focus on the present and find a way out of this predicament.
Summoning her inner strength, the black-robed woman waved her hand, and six black runes materialized in the air around her. Each one glowed with an otherworldly aura, pulsating with raw power.
"Do you see them now, Senior Sister Evana?" Markin asked calmly, a hint of triumph in his voice.
Evana narrowed her piercing eyes as she observed the six black runes. They floated in perfect symmetry, forming an intricate pattern that seemed to resonate with an ancient magic. "Indeed, it is rare to see such a collection of True runes," she murmured, her voice filled with both awe and wariness.
But instead of fear or surrender, the black-robed womanâs expression hardened with determination. With a steady voice, she addressed Evana. "I may not be able to escape today, but I will not surrender to the likes of you. I have come too far for that."
Unconcerned by the womanâs defiance, Evana merely smirked. "Little girl, your arrogance is amusing. But it is nothing compared to the power we possess. Itâs futile to resist."
Undeterred, the black-robed woman began to chant an incantation in a low, melodic voice, her hands moving with precise and practiced motions. "Oblivion Sword Array," she declared, her voice ringing with authority.
As the words left her lips, the air around them seemed to ripple, the fabric of reality warping and contorting. From the void, multiple black swords emerged, their wickedly sharp blades gleaming with an ominous aura. They arranged themselves in a perfect formation, encircling Evana and Markin, ready to strike at a momentâs notice.
But the black-robed woman wasnât finished yet. With a quick succession of incantations, her voice carrying a sense of command, she continued, "Decay Rune - Purgatory Infusion Array... Dark Illusion Rune - Vanishing Path Array."
In response, two more black runes materialized in the air, each one transforming into an ethereal black circle that intertwined with the sword formation.
Markin showed a hint of surprise, his confidence wavering. "Impossible, how could she possess such advanced arrays?"