“HEAVENBREAKER!!!”

Saint Geom’s voice bellowed through Mythpoint Reach like a thunderclap. Those that were below the Rank 40 Spirit Spectre realm felt their eardrums burst and their faces fall flat on the floor. The sealed sky was now pierced by a single line of Swordlight, and the heavens roared out in a fury. Sunlight pierced through the opening of the black clouds, illuminating Mythpoint Reach and all who were within it.

With light back in the world, the six Spirit Saints could now see the Primordial Beast that stood in their path rather clearly. The black-haired middle-aged man was now gone, and in his place, there was a five-metre tall wolf. Each one of its forty-two fangs were as large as a human head, and the claws that graced its claws were as sharp as a falcon’s beak. Dark mist permeated through its shoulder blades, and a chilling cold shrouded it like a cloak. It had two distinct eye colours, making it one of the rare Spirit Beasts to possess heterochromia. Its left eye had a golden hue, much like the sunlight that came down from the heavens. Its right eye, on the other hand, was glowing with a distinct sapphire radiance.

Not one soul couldn’t peer into the Primordial Beast’s eyes and feel mystified, particularly if they were an average cultivator. Its aura… The ferocity from its growls… Even the darkness that protected it like a mother’s embrace. The Wolf was, without a doubt, one of the strongest Spirit Beasts to ever roam the planet.

There was no question in Saint Geom’s mind that the wolf levitating in the air was the same man that he’d been fighting just seconds earlier. The Primordial Beast may seem to be domineering but there was an apparent wound stretching from one end of its body to the other. Bubbles emerged from its innards, trying to stitch the injury and revert Kuro back to his original state. However, each time Kuro’s mana attempted to heal him, a sharp aura pierced through the darkness, further injuring the Primordial Beast. Kuro tried to heal himself multiple times, but each attempt would yield the same results.

Saint Geom smiled as he watched the Primordial Beast suffer.

‘Hmph! There’s no way that you can resist the Samingeom’s ability!’

That’s right. How could Saint Geom’s Immortal-Grade Spirit Armament be any weaker than the Rod of Eternity or the Holy Destiny Bell? If someone were to get on the other end of the Samingeom’s attack, the piercing aura of the blade would continuously attack the physical body of the recipient. No matter how much one tried to heal the wound creating by the Samingeom, they would be continually hit by the intense Swordlight that the Immortal-Grade sword creates. The only way to stop the barrage was by killing Saint Geom or breaking the Samingeom. However, there was no way that Kuro was capable of performing either of those feats. Hence, the Primordial Beast could only whimper as the six Spirit Saints prepared to launch their final assault.

“DIE!!!” Saint Geom swung the Samingeom one more time. He was looking to finish Kuro while he was still battered and weak. Alas, how could it be that easy?

CLANK!!!

The Blade of the Ephemeral Haunt, held by a purple phantom, collided with the Samingeom, creating a shockwave that uprooted trees and caused landslides from mountains. Saint Geom felt his blade shake as if he had attempted to slice through an immovable object.

“You can still use the Blade of the Ephemeral Haunt even in your Beast form?” The elderly Sword Saint asked unconsciously.

“...” Kuro just remained silent. He was in a hell of pain, and his strength and mana were rapidly depleting. There was no way that Kuro would be in the mood to have a chat about his abilities at this juncture.

Kuro’s body was rising and falling, his entire being wet and battered. The purple phantom was in a somewhat similar state. Flickering like a faulty bulb, it looked like the apparition could disappear at any given moment. If not for Kuro’s mind being powerful enough, there was no doubt in Saint Geom’s mind that the Immortal-Grade Blade of the Ephemeral Haunt would have been rendered useless in battle by now.

“AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

Saving the best for last, Kuro used his home ground advantage to generate even more Unholy Suns. That howl acted as a beacon, calling all of the Darkness-Elements that Kuro had sent to the atmosphere back down onto his body.

“Fucking wolf,” Saint Firebird spat, not willing to let Kuro get his way. Embers emerged from the inner depths of his soul, and an orange glow turned his entire body into an eternal flaming bird. It was Saint Firebird’s own unique Spiritual Body Enhancement… The ability to turn into a Phoenix.

Typically, the bird of myth wouldn’t think twice about a mere wolf, particularly one that was injured. However, Saint Firebird in his Phoenix form didn’t dare to underestimate the Primordial Beast. Hence, instead of going straight for the head, Saint Firebird turned his attention to unlocking the skies.

SKKKKKKKKKKKRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

The Phoenix cried as it shot towards the heavens. Fire-Elements now took over as the blackened clouds burnt away. In its place, a new sun took the skies, one with a flaming bird at its core. Gone were the Darkness-Elements that sealed the firmament and the other elements began to return back into balance. With his home advantage lost, Kuro and the purple phantoms would find it much harder to resist the six Spirit Saints. Many of the Unholy Stars slowly lost their ferocity and lustre, while the purple ghost looked to be on the verge of breaking apart. It was Saint Firebird’s greatest contribution to the battle that no mere mortal could join.

But he wasn’t done yet.

The skies were now his to rule, and he wasn’t just going to let this advantage slide. In his Phoenix form, Saint Firebird flapped his wings furiously, and the entire black skies had turned into an ocean of red. Balls of fire fell down like meteor showers, decimating the barrier that protected Mythpoint Reach. Kuro wanted to react, but the pressure that Saint Geom and his Samingeom were giving was too immense. In no time at all, the flames from Saint Firebird were now engulfing the entire barrier of Mythpoint Reach like a clay taking the shape of its mould.

However, even with Saint Firebird’s deadly attack, the barrier still stood firm. There was no blemish to be seen, and neither was there a fault that could be exploited. The Allfather’s barrier was impregnable.

“What an annoying barrier...” Saint Firebird was clearly annoyed. Although the Sky of Flames wasn’t his ultimate ability, it was still one that used a fair bit of mana. “Saint Thor! Is your blessed contraption ready or not?”

The Blacksmith Saint turned back to Deus Citadel, only to see a reddish light blinking from its very top. With a smile, Saint Thor shouted back: “It’s ready! Clear the area lest you want to be blown away!”

That message wasn’t just meant for Saint Firebird. All the Spirit Saints heard Saint Thor’s warning loud and clear, and they all rose up into the heavens, taking their place right next to Saint Firebird.

Only Saint Geom remained entangled with the purple phantom and the roaring, injured Primordial Beast. He tried to fly upwards, but the Darkness-Elements kept holding him back. The purple phantom swung the Blade of the Ephemeral Haunt while Kuro continued to spew Unholy Stars right at the Sword Saint.

“Saint Geom can’t escape,” Saint Althea gasped. Kuro may be injured, but he was still a ferocious beast that stood at the right hand of the Allfather.

“I’ll help him out...” Saint Longyu Tian raised her left hand, and a greyish-golden light dripped out from her fingertips. Like River Time itself, the Time-Elements flowed downwards and created a hundred-metre wide Time Sphere that ‘ate’ both Saint Geom and Kuro. At that moment, the two Saint-level beings halted entirely, as if they had been frozen in time.

No… That was what had happened. Saint Longyu Tian had frozen both their movements with her speciality. A bead of sweat fell down the black-haired woman’s forehead as her left arm started to feel the strain.

“Stopping time for two Saint-level beings sure is hard...” Longyu Tian unwittingly spat out. Her right-hand rotated, casting the Rod of Eternity and establishing a connection with Saint Geom using its fishing line. Once he got the Sword Saint hooked, Longyu Tian pulled him out from the Time Sphere and brought him up to safety.

“TELL THEM TO FIRE IT NOW!!!” Longyu Tian’s exasperated voice bellowed out. She was holding Kuro in time, but it was far harder than it looked. Kuro was a Primordial Beast, a powerful one at that. The mana and strength required to hold him in place were tremendous, and even the Saint of Time could only hold on for a few seconds. If nothing was done, Kuro would escape and this opportune moment to destroy both Mythpoint Reach and kill the Primordial Beast would have slipped on by.

“FIRE!!!” There was no telling whose voice responded to Saint Longyu Tian’s cry. It could have been Saint Thor… Perhaps it was Saint Atossa? Or was it the Alliance Head, Raphael who was in control of Deus Citadel? Longyu Tian didn’t know. However, that didn’t matter. What truly mattered was…

VOOOMMM… VOOOOOMMMM… VOOOOOOOMMMMM… BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!

A white beam burst forth from the tip of Deus Citadel and like a monstrous tsunami, crashed right towards Mythpoint Reach. Heat that was no less than that of the sun permeated through the skins of any that stood near the beam. Electric currents found the earth, creating a dazzling scene of lightning breeding on the ground. It was utterly surreal, such a power… However, what was more astonishing was…

“The barrier broke!” Saint Thor looked like a child on Christmas day. He face was completed red, and the whites of his teeth were glistening like embers. “It really broke! HAHAHA!!! Take that you Allfather! You’re now not the only one that can use the Paradise Heart!” The Blacksmith Saint gloated, and with good reason. It had taken them many years to develop a method to harvest the Paradise Hearts that came from the Payircis, and now…

They were able to use the Allfather’s weapon against him.