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Under the shroud of the Mist Sea, the entire palace was enveloped, and from a distance, all that could be seen was a hazy darkness.
"Boom!"
The Purple Bridge trembled violently, as if the Mist Sea had come to a boil!
Tastandin's eyes were filled with panic, but he dared not stop; he could only watch helplessly as the invisible storm rushed toward him. The wind blades it unleashed instantly tore through his body, leaving dozens of gashes from which dark green blood flowed…
At that moment, Tastandin suddenly spun to the side, positioning his left half directly in the core of the storm. "Thud thud thud," a series of muffled cutting sounds erupted. Tastandin's left arm, from shoulder to fingertips, along with the flesh wings on his left back, erupted with neat cuts at a visible speed!
In the blink of an eye, Tastandin's left side was shredded. His shoulder and waist gushed forth large amounts of green liquid, while his arm and flesh wings turned to fragments that fell into the Mist Sea. With a splat, that pile of flesh was swallowed by the Mist Sea!
"I will kill you… I will kill you with my own hands!" Tastandin trembled all over, his eyes bloodshot as he roared.
The awakening of Stormblade signified an extremely terrifying combat power, as evidenced by Garen unleashing Sinful Burden just moments ago. Tastandin was well aware of this fact, but it was precisely for this reason that he willingly sacrificed half of his body.
The reason was simple: with the storm approaching, it meant Tastandin's escape plan had failed because he could not withstand this force.
Thus, he actively offered up half of his demonized body to counteract the storm's power. Although this came at a great cost, it was Tastandin's only unique solution at that moment!
If he failed to escape now, he would undoubtedly die!
At this time, Garen also recognized Tastandin's intentions. However, under the cover of those dark clouds, it was difficult for him to exert his full strength; every step he took felt exceptionally heavy.
"I will take my revenge… I will hunt you down!" On the Bridge, Tastandin's figure faded more and more intensely as he glared maliciously at Garen. "Once you get out of this damned place, I will personally kill you!"
"Weakling," Garen's lips twitched slightly.
Tastandin was in a frenzy, unable to hear Garen's voice.
"All actions that place hope in the future only highlight one's own weakness in the present." Garen smirked, and as Tastandin's figure began to fade, the clouds above also grew thinner.
The pressure was becoming increasingly lighter.
Tastandin looked at Garen before him, an inexplicable chill creeping into his heart. In addition to his intense hatred for Garen, he felt an unprecedented regret. Yes, back on Starsea Island, why had he targeted Garen? Why had he threatened him with Blood Finger?
Why had he listened to Acheron's temptations and made things difficult for him at every turn?
Just like during the Pain Crystal Duel, Tastandin had been shocked by Garen's strength. But it wasn't until their encounter in Immortal City that he realized just how powerful Garen truly was!
Now, that feeling resurfaced.
It was as if facing an opponent like Garen, one might not think much of it during normal times. But only when you grow stronger do you realize just how terrifying the other person is!
Run!
This was Tastandin's unique thought!
At that moment, Garen had already broken free from Eternity's restraints and lunged forward!
Garen stepped onto the Purple Bridge and found that the surroundings instantly transformed into a colorful tunnel, while the distance between him and Tastandin felt impossibly long!
In the palace, Tastandin appeared to be running in place, but he was actually sprinting down this corridor.
The sound of rapid footsteps echoed!
Tastandin turned around and was instantly struck with fear. At the end of the Bridge, Garen transformed into a silver-white streak, moving so fast that he left a long trail of afterimages behind him. The distance between them was rapidly closing!
“No! Only I can tell you Han Yun's whereabouts; you can't lay a hand on me!”
Tastandin shouted desperately, “He has already fallen... there’s no way he can escape on his own! Only I can help him; stop... stop!”
No matter how loudly Tastandin yelled, the distance between them continued to shrink at an alarming rate!
Two thousand meters...
One thousand meters...
Five hundred meters...
Two hundred meters!
Wearing Rune Armor, Garen maintained his peak physical condition. Now that he had unleashed his maximum speed, it was easy for him to overpower Tastandin!
Of course, while he didn’t believe Tastandin’s words, he also didn’t outright deny them. Therefore, Garen did not intend to kill him outright; instead, he planned to take Tastandin out of this corridor and have him lead the way to find Han Yun.
However, just as Stormblade was about to strike!
The blade that was supposed to sever Tastandin's knees unexpectedly passed right through!
Tastandin's legs suddenly vanished!
Before Garen could continue his assault, the intricately colored passage began to tremble violently, the sound of cracking filling the air. Suddenly, the bridge beneath his feet disappeared, and Garen fell back to the ground of the palace. Looking around, he saw Tastandin let out a long sigh before vanishing from sight!
He escaped...
Garen stood silently in place.
With the disappearance of the Purple Bridge, the surrounding Mist Sea also thinned and dissipated, and the palace returned to its original state—scarred and incomplete, with collapsed walls and debris scattered everywhere, various items cut apart.
Outside the palace, a large crowd had gathered at some point. Some were internal personnel from the Temple, while others were soldiers who had rushed over due to the earlier commotion. There were also residents of the Temple who had taken advantage of the chaos to sneak in, hoping to uncover the truth behind the incident.
Before long, Garen was recognized by them.
When they realized that a demon's minion was standing there, panic ensued. Some prayed for the Messenger to descend, while others hoped Master Yi would intervene to punish the demon...
The noise became overwhelming.
Garen paid no heed to it; his expression was silent yet tinged with helplessness.
More than Tastandin's escape, what mattered more was that Garen had lost a unique lead on Han Yun.
Although Tastandin's words were likely false, his mention of "falling" indicated that he must have known something...
Looking back, Garen felt that he had been a rather incompetent mentor.
From the broken spear, it was clear that Han Yun had been here for quite some time, and during that period, he must have endured a great deal of suffering. As his mentor, Garen had failed to provide even the slightest help.
Just as Garen shook his head in disappointment, a hoarse voice broke the silence.
"Are you planning to go out?"
Garen turned to see that it was Master Yi speaking. He still shrouded his face in white mist, concealing his ugly appearance. At that moment, he approached Garen from a distance, under the gaze of those who looked on with reverence.
"The process might be a bit painful," Master Yi said, noticing the confusion in Garen's eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Before Garen could respond, Master Yi stepped forward to adjust the broken cross. He then opened the remaining half jar of liquid and added several other items to complete some kind of arrangement. After finishing everything, Master Yi began to chant softly, as if reciting an ancient incantation. The liquid in the jar transformed into a faint black mist that began to spread…
At the same time, the white mist before Master Yi gradually dissipated.
Not far away, the clusters of reverent and fervent gazes suddenly turned to shock and terror.
In an instant, the palace was filled with thick black mist, resembling an ocean.
Meanwhile, the broken cross emitted a dim purple glow.
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