Eternal Saṃsāra: The Wanderer of Worlds, Book 2

[221] And the Monarch of the Brightest Night Swings His Sword

Chapter 221: And the Monarch of the Brightest Night Swings His Sword

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The Phoenix and the Heavenly Demoness clashed punches. The air exploded, and the sky split in two. Clouds cleared to reveal the dark blue sky, three moons shining down at them like chandeliers.

"What the hell are you?!" The Phoenix demanded as his wings deflected the long, heavy Blood Sword of the Demoness. His own fists slammed against her face, and although she tried to dodge, she was too slow.

The demoness was sent flying backward, spinning in the air, twirling with a peal of laughter.

"Imbecile!" The Phoenix shouted. His attacks landed, and they did damage, but the woman did not seem dispirited a bit. Crazy bitch.

She came to a stop in midair, wiping her lips, and then crackling at him. "You're stronger than me now."

At least she knew to admit it. "You're going to meet your end, you crazy devil."

"Demonic Human," she raised a finger to correct him. "Not really a devil or a demon. Although my demonic cult does indeed worship the Demon God Mara, who is a reflection of myself."

"I did not inquire about your theology," he raised a hand in the air and said. His hand began to brighten up with a dark light, black flames condensed on the tip of his finger. "Be quiet and just die."

The Phoenix's hand, glowing with ominous energy, thrust forward in a swift and precise manner, aiming to end the confrontation with a single blow. The Heavenly Demoness merely crackled up at that, a flicker of dark amusement in her eyes. She twisted in the air, her form blurring into a streak of shadow.

With a derisive snort, she evaded the deadly touch of the black flames, her laughter echoing through the clash of their powers. "Predictable, Phoenix! Is that the best your newfound strength can muster?" Her taunt sliced through the roaring wind as she countered with a swift, sweeping arc of her Blood Sword.

The blade was drenched in the essence of countless battles that Ai had never fought, but this character had, and now it shimmered with a lethal crimson hue as it sliced toward the Phoenix. He didn't bother to dodge and instead chose to block it. His wings unfurled to a majestic span, feathers like blades of night slicing through the bloodied gleam of her attack.

Their forces met with a cataclysmic clash, sending ripples of distorted energy cascading across the sky. Black feathers mingled with droplets of blood in a dance as old as time, painting a macabre picture on the celestial canvas above.

"Enough of this charade!" the Phoenix roared, his voice carrying the weight of his age. He clenched his strength, the dark aura around his fists intensifying as he prepared for a counterstrike that'd end her. He shot forward, a blur of darkness, aiming directly at the heart of the Demoness. "[Talons of Night and Darkness]!"

"Enough? Sure, enough," she met his charge with a devilish grin, her body shifting with unnatural grace. As they closed the distance, her hand shot out, not with a blade, but with a bare, clawed grip aimed to catch his next attack. "[True Demon Fist Art, Scarlet Annihilation Fist]."

The moment their powers collided, the air itself seemed to scream in agony. A shockwave of mixed auras burst outward, the dark against the demonic, shattering the stillness of the night and shaking the very foundation of the skies.

The Phoenix with his Black Demonic Flames, and the Demoness, with her Demonic Blood Arts, were entwined in a duel not just of strength but of willpower and divinity. They sought to dominate each other and beg for victory.