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Boom!
The air trembled with their attacks.
The devil king’s broadsword, enveloped in swirling ck energy struck down like lightning toward
Gilmore.
It seemed the de, wrapped in its dark aura, would imminently decapitate Gilmore.
But in a split second, Gilmore’s eyes sparkled with a sharp gleam.
He moved his hand, fast as lightning, to strike.
Swoosh!
His bare hand met the razor–sharp de.
The devil king, atop his flying steed, couldn’t help but show a trace of delight in his eyes.
His Devil Soul de was famed for shattering even the finest of spiritual weapons.
For Gilmore to counter it with his bare hand was akin to walking straight into the jaws of death.
Surely, his hand would be severed at the wrist.
But just as the devil king reveled in his anticipated triumph, a stunning scene unfolded. Gilmore’s
palm struck, and in at sh, like a bolt from the blue, his two fingers mped onto the descending
de.
The air seemed to freeze around them.
Everyone watching was struck dumb with amazement,
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Gilmore had actually stopped the Devil Soul de with just two fingers.
The devil king on horseback widened his eyes in disbelief.
His de, which could easily cleave the finest spiritual weapons, had been caught between
Gilmore’s two fingers?
The scene before himpletely shattered his sense of reality.
His eyes zed wish defiance and anger.
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Channeling all his core energy, the devil king found the ck aura around his Devil Soul de
growing even denser.
The air around him thickened with a terrifying and suffocating ura.
He was gearing up to unleash his full power, aiming to take down Gilmore with his Devil Soul
de.
But when he exerted his full strength, intending to send Gilmore to his doom, he shockingly
discovered that the Devil Soul de in his hand, as if rooted in ce, refused to drop an inch
further.
Gilmore’s two fingers, as if endowed with infinite divine power, rendered the devil king’s formidable
abilities utterly
incllective.
This realization struck terror in the heart of the devil king. Despite exerting all his energy and the
power of his Devil Soul de, he couldn’t make Gilmore’s fingers flinch even in the slightest.
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To the devil king, this was a crushing blow.
As the devil king reeled from this shock, with a sudden snap, his Devil Soul de broke into two
pieces.
Following this, Gilmore’s fingers snapped the great sword in half, and he then swiftly struck with his
palm.
His palmnded squarely on the devil king’s chest, sending him Blying away like a kite with its
string cut, screaming as he
went.
Meanwhile, Gilmore leaped up and swiftly mounted the devil king’s flying steed.
Around him, a dozen other devil kings, who had surrounded Gilmore, snapped back to their
senses.
They immediately shouted, “Attack together!”
Then, the dozen devil kings, spurring their flying steeds and brandishing swords, lunged at
Gilmore.
Facing the onught of these devil kings, Gilmore remained unflustered and rode forward to meet
them head–on.
Bang!
One of the devil kings charged first, his spiritual sword shing towards Gilmore.
Yet, facing the oing de, Gilmore didn’t even blink. His response was as quick as a sh of
lightning.
Swoosh!
With a blindingly fast move, Gilmore disarmed the devil king, snatching the spiritual sword right out
of his hands. In the next instant, Gilmore countered with a swift strike of the sword..
Swoosh!
Blood spattered.
A scream pierced the air as the devil king, now disarmed by Gilmore, was swiftly cut down beneath
his horse.
Seeing another of theirrades fall, the remaining devil kings eyes zed with unbridled fury.
They charged at Gilmore, their swords and des shing like cold lightning.
Gilmore, with the spiritual sword in his hand, unleashed its power. His swordy was like a rainbow
slicing through the air, wreaking havoc inevery direction.
The sword’s energy stirred a tempest, and amidst this maelstrom, the martialists from the Dragon
Sect and demon cultivators, could only see Gilmore and about a dozen devil kings entangled in a
fierce battle atop their flying steeds.
Lights and shadows intertwined, and the nging of swords was incessant. Waves of intimidating
energy–a mix of sword force, killing intent, and battle spirit–erupted from the heart of this
tumultuous sh.
From this chaotic maelstrom of conflict, screams echoed, signifying that warriors were being
shed from their steeds and plummeting through the sky.
Spencer, Lilian, ire, Helene, and others from the Dragon Sect watched with hearts in their
mouths, worried for Gilmore. However, they soon realized that those being cut down and falling
from the sky were devil kings, not Gilmore.
But as long as the battle raged on, their anxiety couldn’t be quelled.
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To the devil king, this was a crushing blow,
As the devil king reeled from this shock, with a sudden snap, his Devil Soul de broke into two
pieces.
Following this, Gilmore’s fingers snapped the great sword in half, and he then swiftly struck with his
palm.
His palmnded squarely on the devil king’s chest, sending him flying away like a kite with its string
cut, screaming as he
went.
Meanwhile, Gilmore leaped up and swiftly mounted the devil king’s flying steed.
Around him, a dozen other devil kings, who had surrounded Gilmore, snapped back to their
senses.
They immediately shouted, “Attack together!”
Then, the dozen devil kings, spurring their flying steeds and brandishing swords, lunged at
Gilmore.
Facing the onught of these devil kings, Gilmore remained unflustered and rode forward to meet
them head–on.
Bang!
One of the devil kings charged first, his spiritual sword shing towards Gilmore.
Yet, facing the oing de, Gilmore didn’t even blink. His response was as quick as a sh of
lightning.
Swoosh!
With a blindingly fast move, Gilmore disarmed the devil king, snatching the spiritual sword right out
of his hands. In the next instant, Gilmore countered with a swift strike of the sword.
Swoosh!
Blood spattered.
A scream pierced the air as the devil king, now disarmed by Gilmore, was swiftly cut down beneath
his horse.
Seeing another of theirrades fall, the remaining devil kings eyes zed with unbridled fury.
They charged at Gilmore, their swords and des shing like cold lightning.
Gilmore, with the spiritual sword in his hand, unleashed its power. His swordy was like a rainbow
slicing through the air. wreaking havoc in every direction.
The sword’s energy stirred a tempest, and amidst this maelstrom the martialists from the Dragon
Sect and demon cultivators, could only see Gilmore and about a dozen devil king entangled in a
fierce battle atop their flying steeds
Lights and shadows intertwined, and the nging of swords was incessant. Waves of intimidating
energy–a mix of sword force, killing intent, and battle spirit–erupted from the heart of this
tumultuous sh.
From this chaotic maelstrom of conflict, screams echoed, signifying that warriors were being
shed from their steeds and plummeting through the sky.
Spencer, Lilian, ire, Helene, and others from the Dragon Seer watched with hearts in their
mouths, worried for Gilmore, However, they soon realized that those being cut down and falling
from the sky were devil kings, nor Gilmore.
But as long as the battle raged on, their anxiety couldn’t be quelled.
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Soon, the screams ceased.
When the dust settled, only one person remained mounted on a flying steed.
The others had all fallen from their steeds, leaving the sky dotted with riderless flying steeds.
As the storm of battle dissipated, it became clear that the lone survivor, still on his steed, was
Gilmore.
The riderless flying warhorses belonged to the devil kings whom Gilmore had vanquished.
Seeing this, Adam, the Great Devil King of the demon cultivators, couldn’t help but furrow his
brow.