Wizard Immortal

Chapter 791 Slaying

A silver longsword suddenly fell, and in an instant, a silver light flashed on the spot and shot straight into the sky.

In an instant, a vast divine power emanated from Adir's body. At that moment, boundless light flashed everywhere, affecting the entire world and causing terrifying consequences.

At this moment, whether they were ordinary people in the Adir Empire, people in other regions, or those lurking around, they were all incredibly shocked and incredulous. The priests of the gods who were looking at the scene before them all raised their heads, looked up at the sky, and stared blankly at the sky.

In mid-air, a blood-red divine domain suddenly opened, and a silver light shot into the sky, transforming into the shape of a bright moon before crashing down with a breathtaking power.

boom! !

A silver sword light slashed down instantly, and in that instant, the dense and seemingly impenetrable killing domain collapsed. Under the illumination of the silver light, it completely exposed itself, leaving nothing out, and it erupted directly.

The two collided in mid-air, and in an instant, the killing god domain surrounding Doron collapsed. At this moment, even with the support of the power of the god of slaughter, he was unable to fight against Adir in front of him.

"impossible!!"

In mid-air, he was somewhat incredulous, his expression quite interesting. He suddenly stretched out a giant claw in his hand, seemingly trying to block the silver sword light that was constantly surging down in front of him.

No matter how unwilling or unbelievable it may seem, it cannot change the facts before our eyes.

The silver sword light crashed down before them, and in an instant it was like a silver river cascading down, illuminating an incomparably brilliant light.

In an instant, Dorron's entire body was engulfed by the silver sword light. In that instant, every inch of his flesh and every cell was impacted by countless silver sword lights.

Every part of his body, every weakness, every fatal point was being eroded, and at this moment he was completely impacted by the silver sword light, suffering irreparable damage in an instant.

In an instant, this damage accumulated and compounded until it exceeded the limits that a demigod's body could withstand, and it began to spontaneously collapse.

The outward manifestation was that Duolong's body began to disintegrate continuously at this moment, with countless dense cracks appearing all over his body. At this time, a faint blood-red light appeared from the cracks, constantly overflowing from his body, which looked extremely dazzling and extremely bloody.

At this moment, Dorgon's divine realm was shrouded in a blood-red aura, and then it was tightly suppressed, about to begin to collapse on its own.

Doron's body retreated, and finally his entire body began to slowly dissolve. At this moment, there was no flesh or blood left from top to bottom, fundamentally eliminating the possibility of regeneration.

However, even now that he has reached this point, he still exists, and at first glance, he looks no different from an ordinary person.

Until the vast sword light washed over his entire body, and he stood in mid-air, he appeared extremely calm. At this moment, the aura of the god of slaughter that had been emanating from his body completely faded away, leaving only a profound tranquility.

His appearance had changed from a monstrous and deformed form to an ordinary human form. At this moment, he looked like an ordinary noble boy, no longer as terrifying as when he was the Son of Slaughter or the incarnation of the God of Slaughter, and no longer possessed that suffocating oppressive force.

He stood in mid-air, seemingly understanding his situation. All the unease, tension, and disbelief that had filled his mind were swept away, leaving only a final calm.

"Am I... going to die...?"

He looked down at his body, feeling incredibly calm, and murmured to himself.

He looked perfectly normal at that moment, as if he had returned to his previous appearance and was no different from a normal person.

But in reality, both Adir and he understood that Doron had reached the end of his life.

The flesh and blood body that originally carried the true spirit had been destroyed by Adir's attack.

What he left behind at this moment was less the original Duolong and more an existence formed from his own true spirit.

Just as a powerful wizard does not immediately disappear after death, but condenses into a unique spiritual entity.

Even if powerful beings like them die, as long as they are not specifically targeted by enemies, their powerful true spirits can exist for a long time and can still condense into spiritual bodies to exist in this world.

At this moment, Dorgon's body had been completely destroyed, leaving only a pure spirit.

However, it was precisely because of this that he was able to briefly escape the influence of the God of Slaughter's power and finally return to this world in his original form.

"How does it feel to see the light of day again?"

Adir's voice came from ahead.

At that moment, he stood in mid-air, sheathed his silver longsword, and looked at Duolong opposite him, standing there and asking him a question.

"Somewhat unique, and somewhat clear..."

Doron sighed softly, a hint of sadness on his face: "It's like the way someone looks after being drunk and then sobering up, or like someone waking up from a deep sleep..."

"I feel incredibly clear-headed right now, in better shape than ever before..."

He sighed and spoke at that moment.

Then he raised his head and looked at Adir in front of him. At that moment, his gaze was fixed on Adir.

"Congratulations, new God of Slaughter..."

His face was calm, but his eyes held a complex expression. He gazed at Adir and offered his blessing: "You have defeated me, and you have defeated the incarnation of the God of Slaughter. From this day forward, you may become the new God of Slaughter..."

"The power of slaughter will be entirely yours. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, you will be the next God of Slaughter, able to seize all its power..."

"Perhaps..."

Adir nodded, his expression remaining calm. He felt neither joy nor excitement at the fact that he had defeated the avatar of the God of Slaughter; all he felt was a profound tranquility.

(End of this chapter)