Elven cultivators

In the gray-black mist, Xavier's face was extremely grim.

For some reason, those sword lights were able to withstand his corrosive laws and were not corrupted or disintegrated.

Even extraordinary magical weapons cannot achieve this level of capability.

"This guy... his swordsmanship is really strange!"

The most well-known rumor about the Meteor Dragon Sword Saint is that his swordsmanship is very strange and completely different from the mainstream swordsmanship style of the Dawn Continent.

Xavier had only heard about it before, but after experiencing it firsthand today, he found that the opponent's swordsmanship was indeed very strange and sharp.

He could clearly feel that each of these dark golden sword lights possessed attack power approaching that of a legendary sword saint.

If that were all, it wouldn't be so bad, but the key point is that there are a total of 128 sword lights!

Such a large number of people creates immense pressure that is truly terrifying!

"Did this guy really just break through not long ago?"

Xavier was filled with disbelief.

Although there is no clear division of levels in the legendary rank, over the years a vague and general standard has been formed.

Broadly speaking, the legendary rank can be divided into four levels.

First, there's the newly crowned legend.

As the name suggests, it refers to those who have just broken through to the legendary rank.

They have not yet fully mastered their power, and their application of the power of laws is not yet proficient. They cannot maintain their peak condition for long periods of combat. They can overwhelm Gold-rank opponents, but the gap is still very obvious in front of veteran legendary powerhouses.

When they fully master their own laws and can flexibly utilize the characteristics of those laws in combat, greatly enhancing their combat endurance, they can shed the title of newly crowned legend.

Such legendary figures are often referred to as pillars of strength.

This is because they are the backbone of various forces and are truly "qualified legendary combatants".

Xavier himself belongs to this level.

Above that are the veteran legends.

These powerful individuals have been on the path to becoming legendary for at least a century, and their understanding of their own laws has reached an extremely profound level.

They can integrate the power of the laws into every attack and every step they take; their fighting instincts are almost ingrained in their bones.

Legends of this caliber are the backbone of major powers and are rarely mobilized.

Above the veteran legends, there is an even more transcendent level.

A legendary pinnacle.

The ultimate level that the legendary rank can reach.

Their power of law has almost fully manifested, and they have even begun to touch the threshold of higher levels of power.

Legends of this stage are extremely rare, and each one is capable of influencing the landscape of the continent.

The conflicts between them often represent a full-scale confrontation between forces.

At this moment, the strength that Anton has displayed has far surpassed that of the newly promoted legend.

Even in battles against this pillar of legend, they could still subtly gain the upper hand.

It's hard to believe that this is a newcomer who has risen to legendary status in just five short years.

Just as Xavier was pondering how to break free from his predicament, he suddenly heard a strange sound of water.

Splash!

Where is the sound of water coming from?

Xavier felt a chill run down his spine, instinctively sensing danger.

The next instant, the sound of water that was just now as soft as a babbling brook transformed into a surging river, and then from the river into a raging torrent, covering the sky and surging in from all directions.

Whoosh!

The thick, gray-black fog was torn apart by an overwhelming force.

A mysterious curtain of water emerged from the void, like an undercurrent rising from the deep sea, silently sweeping over the gray-black fog. Wherever it passed, the fog was eroded and melted away in an instant, like snow under the scorching sun.

Xavier's pupils contracted sharply.

He tried to dodge, but the water spread much faster than he expected. Before he could make any move, the dark, mysterious water curtain, like the gaping maw of a giant beast, swallowed him whole.

A chilling cold, as if it were freezing even the soul, surged from the depths of Xavier's bones and instantly enveloped him.

At the same time, immense pressure was pressing in from all directions, making it difficult for him to even lift his arm.

He frantically activated the law of erosion, attempting to corrupt and disintegrate the surrounding waters.

However, the True Water of the Northern Darkness is not an ordinary stream.

It is itself a condensation of laws, the ultimate manifestation of the power of water.

The moment the corrosive force touched the water curtain, it was extinguished and swallowed up by the profound meaning contained within it, without even causing a ripple.

Xavier was terrified.

Before he could come up with a solution, hundreds of dark golden sword lights had silently pierced through the water curtain and shot towards him from all directions.

The sword light that flashes through the water is even more unpredictable and ever-changing than when it's outside.

They moved silently, swift as lightning, yet supple as silk, drawing countless fine golden trails in the dark swamp, like an overwhelming net of death descending upon Xavier.

At the critical moment of life and death, Xavier roared, and the gray-black mist erupted from him, like the final roar of a dying beast, so thick that it almost solidified.

The mist swirled and compressed rapidly around him, instantly condensing into a perfectly round, gray-black sphere that completely enveloped him. He then crashed into the surrounding sword light and water, attempting to break free.

On the surface of the fog sphere, countless distorted faces appeared and disappeared, emitting mournful screechs.

The moment the sword light pierced the fog ball, muffled hissing sounds rang out one after another, like a red-hot iron bar sinking into ice water.

The dark gray mist churned violently, and the spot where the sword light pierced it visibly caved in and thinned. The resentful face in the mist emitted an even sharper hiss, frantically tearing at the invading sword light.

But there were too many sword lights.

One hundred and twenty-eight sword lights pierced in turn, and the mist ball was like a snowball being pierced by countless red-hot iron spikes at the same time. Its surface was riddled with holes, and the mist escaped from each hole and was swallowed up by the Northern Darkness True Water.

Xavier gritted his teeth, desperately trying to break out while frantically channeling his magic to repair the fog sphere.

The speed at which it can be repaired is far slower than the speed at which the sword light tears and the Northern Darkness True Water wears it down.

Just when it was only a dozen meters away from breaking through, the fog ball finally gave way and collapsed with a bang.

Xavier's figure emerged from the dissipating fog, staggering backward.

The moment his face showed resentment and horror, it was engulfed by countless sword lights.

Knock knock knock!

There was no blood splattering.

When the sword light passed through his body, it didn't make a hissing sound as it pierced flesh, but rather a dull thud like it was piercing rotten wood.

There was no blood flowing from the wound; instead, it appeared as an eerie grayish-white color, like rotten wood that had been dried for many years, with shriveled muscle fibers and grayish bones still faintly visible.

The wound quickly grew dense, grayish-white granulation tissue, which wriggled and intertwined wildly, trying to heal the wound.

However, before the wounds could heal, the sword light struck again, leaving even more wounds.

Xavier's body trembled violently in the sword light, and in the blink of an eye it was torn to shreds, like an old garment rotten by worms.

Even so, he still did not fall.

"Death... is eternal..."

"One day... you too will be embraced by death."

Xavier stared intently at Anton, his eyes filled with a chilling coldness.

Anton raised an eyebrow.

The undead legendary powerhouse's body is indeed frighteningly resilient.

"Then you'll be disappointed," Anton chuckled. "What I seek is transcendence, which naturally includes death itself."

Xavier didn't understand what Anton meant by detachment, but that didn't stop him from mocking it.

"It's no use. It won't be long before death descends upon this continent..."

Anton interrupted him bluntly: "If you're referring to the opening of the Netherworld Plane, then unfortunately, your plan for the Ring of Annihilation will not succeed."

Upon hearing this, Xavier could no longer maintain his composure, his eyes widening in astonishment: "How did you know...?"

However, Anton did not give him a chance to continue.

The Northern Darkness True Water suddenly contracted, enveloping Xavier completely and suppressing him firmly.

At the same time, hundreds of sword lights changed direction and attacked his head and heart, instantly shredding the two vital points.

Even a legendary powerhouse who has become an undead cannot withstand losing both his head and heart.

Xavier's body convulsed violently a few times, his face filled with shock and confusion, before crashing to the ground like a felled log.

The water receded, transforming back into a deep, mysterious curtain of water, silently retreating to Anton's side.

His gaze swept calmly over Xavier's headless corpse, and he shook his head slightly.

In terms of strength, this guy is actually about the same as Isaac, so he's not difficult to deal with.

The key point is that over the past three days, he has used his physical body to withstand the lightning, and although he has refined a large amount of pill energy in the process, the consumption has also been real.

The primordial energy can only heal his injuries, but it cannot restore his energy and spirit as well.

Otherwise, he would have been able to deal with Xavier much more easily.

The valley was deathly silent.

Kyle and the others stared blankly at the corpse on the ground, their faces drained of all color.

What they saw was unacceptable to them.

Lord Xavier, whom they considered incomparably powerful, actually died by Anton's sword.

What happened to the promise that Anton would be heavily weakened and Lord Xavier would definitely win?

hum!

The clear, melodious sound of the sword awakened them.

The members of the Ring of Annihilation looked up and saw hundreds of sword lights aimed at them from afar, radiating a sharpness that sent chills down their spines.

However, they were only stunned for a moment before their expressions turned indifferent.

"kill!"

It is unknown who was the first to roar out, breaking the deathly silence.

The remaining members of the Ring of Annihilation had a look of madness in their eyes. Instead of fleeing, they charged toward Anton in unison.

"For the glory of death!"

Embrace annihilation!

A hoarse shout echoed through the valley as more than a dozen figures rushed toward Anton like moths to a flame.

Anton remained expressionless as his sword flashed like a tapestry, weaving through the void.

Chi Chi Chi!

The sounds of flesh being pierced rang out one after another.

One after another, figures froze in the charge, then fell to the ground.

In a short while, not a single figure remained standing in the valley.

The sword light receded and plunged back into Anton's chest.

His gaze swept over the corpses scattered on the ground, and he curled his lip in disapproval.

The members of the Ring of Annihilation are almost all fearless of death because of the organization's mission.

Their fanaticism for death made them fearless and mad in battle.

There are very few exceptions.

One of those people was planning to take the opportunity to escape.

Unfortunately, it was all for naught.

Under the cover of divine sense, all their actions were exposed, leaving them with no chance of escape.

Anton turned his gaze away from the earth elemental giant.