Chapter 361 Sephiroth vs. Thoros

Inside Soros's castle building, the air was filled with a strong atmosphere of tension. Through the web of the Master Weaver, Soros clearly saw the world's resistance to the invasion of the Umbrella, and the tragic situation of his own arthropods and minions being either eliminated or captured.

Especially that man - Sephiroth. His elegant and deadly figure approached the castle building step by step, and the oppressive feeling he brought was like a heavy iron curtain pressing on Soros' heart. Although he didn't know the other party's name, Soros knew in his heart that he was definitely not a match for this man. Even if he poured all his totem energy, he couldn't match this terrible enemy.

Soros looked to the side, the weaving master who was completely unconscious and had already become a tool, and an idea emerged in his mind.

Inside the building, the bloody smell filled the air, and the surroundings were filled with the remains of arthropod monsters cut off by Sephiroth's sword. The ground was covered with green sticky blood, and the limbs of the arthropod monsters were scattered everywhere, as if crushed by an invisible force. The walls were also splattered with blood and internal organs, and the air was filled with a strong stench of rot, which was disgusting.

Sephiroth walked lightly, gracefully and calmly, as if he was strolling in a garden. His sword flashed with cold light, and every step seemed light and deadly. The corpses and blood on the ground formed a bloody road under his feet, as if they were bowing to him in submission.

On the walls around them, the blood of the arthropod monsters was smeared like ink, and the remains of various shapes were nailed to the walls, like a distorted painting. The air was filled with the silence after the battle, as if all the sounds were swallowed up by blood and death.

Sephiroth's eyes were cold and firm, and he walked straight to where Soros was without stopping.

Every corner of the castle building was shrouded in death and blood, and Sephiroth's figure was particularly eye-catching in this hellish ruin. His sword trembled slightly in his hand, as if he was full of desire for the upcoming battle.

"Soros, prepare to meet your doomsday." Sephiroth whispered.

"boom!!!"

When Sephiroth slashed with his sword, the huge castle gate opened with a deafening "boom". The heavy iron gate was instantly split in half, and the fragments flew everywhere, accompanied by a sharp metal tearing sound. The scene behind the gate came into Sephiroth's eyes, and a disgusting scene appeared in front of him.

Thoros was standing in the center, in front of the Weaving Master who had completely lost consciousness. The Weaving Master's body was twisted and broken, blood gushed out from the wound, dripping onto the floor in a pool of blood. Thoros lowered his head, opened his mouth, his fangs flashing with cold light, and bit the Weaving Master's neck fiercely, tearing it hard, making a "crackling" sound of bone breaking. Blood gushed out and splashed on Thoros' face, his eyes flashing with excitement and ecstasy.

Thoros devoured the Weaving Master's flesh greedily, making a beast-like chewing sound. Each bite was accompanied by the sound of flesh being torn apart, and blood and internal organs continued to overflow from the corners of Thoros' mouth and drip onto the floor. Thoros' face was covered in blood, and his eyes flashed with a crazy light, as if he was immersed in the ultimate enjoyment. He held the Weaving Master's body tightly with both hands, violently tearing off every piece of flesh and blood, and swallowing it without mercy.

Sephiroth watched this scene coldly, with a look of contempt on his face. His sword trembled slightly in his hand, making a low humming sound, as if responding to his master's fighting spirit.

"What a despicable act." Sephiroth said coldly, his eyes flashing coldly, "You devour your own kind. Your despicableness is beyond my imagination."

Soros stopped and slowly raised his head, with blood still on the corner of his mouth. An evil smile appeared on his face, and his eyes flashed with cunning and ecstasy. He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood on the corner of his mouth, and said in a low and threatening voice: "You don't understand, this kind of power is beyond your imagination. The power of the Master Weaver is now mine."

As Soros finished speaking, his body began to change dramatically. A strong wave of energy began to emerge from Soros' body. His muscles expanded rapidly, his skin became as hard as iron, and his eyes flashed with violent light. His limbs quickly deformed, becoming thicker and stronger, and his fingertips grew sharp claws, flashing with a cold luster.

Thoros' body quickly grew larger, and his skin turned into dark scales, like an indestructible armor. A pair of huge hammer-shaped limbs appeared behind him, each with a sharp blade, flashing cold light. His face became more ferocious, with fangs exposed and blood-red light flashing in his eyes. His hands tightly grasped two huge hammers, which were covered with spikes, making him look extremely ferocious and deadly.

"You will understand how terrifying my power is." Soros roared in a low voice, his voice full of violence and murderous intent.

Sephiroth smiled lightly, his eyes flashing with disdain. He swung his sword gently in his hand, the movement was elegant and deadly. "No matter how you evolve, you can't change your despicable nature." Sephiroth said coldly, his voice full of contempt and determination.

Thoros' body swelled rapidly, and power surged wildly in his body. Every movement he made carried a huge destructive force, like a moving fortress. His eyes flashed with a violent light, and he raised his hammer high, ready to give Sephiroth a fatal blow.

"Boom--" Thoros's hammer suddenly smashed towards Sephiroth, and a low explosion sounded in the air. Sephiroth dodged nimbly, and his figure flashed past quickly like lightning, avoiding the attack of the hammer. The hammer hit the ground heavily, and the ground cracked instantly, rubble splashed everywhere, and dust flew up.

"Star Net!" Thoros grinned, and swung the hammer in his hand violently, and the weaving master's net ability was activated. Suddenly, a huge star net appeared in the sky and quickly enveloped it. The hammer smashed down from the net with destructive force, as if to crush Sephiroth completely.

Sephiroth's eyes were calm, with a scornful smile on his lips: "Do you think this little trick can trap me?" He jumped lightly, and his figure spun in the air like a ghost. The sword in his hand flashed with a cold light, and it quickly drew a graceful arc, cutting off the shackles of the star net.

"Let me guide you..." Sephiroth whispered, his movements graceful and deadly, his body as flexible as a civet cat in the air, quickly avoiding the attack of the hammer. Soros's hammer hit the air, making a loud "boom" sound, and the ground cracked again.

There was a crazy light flashing in Thoros' eyes, and his limbs suddenly spread out, rushing towards Sephiroth with all kinds of deadly toxins. Green, purple, and black toxins flew like thin threads, emitting a pungent smell, and each toxin carried a deadly threat.

"You can't escape my poison net." Soros grinned, waving his hands violently, and the poisonous threads quickly intertwined into a net, rushing towards Sephiroth.

Sephiroth's eyes were calm, his sword trembled slightly in his hand, and his figure moved quickly like a ghost. His movements were light and fast, as if dancing in the clouds. The poison net pounced on him, but it could only pounce on empty space. Sephiroth's figure shuttled through the poison net, deftly dodging every thin line of poison.

"Your poison has no effect on me." Sephiroth said coldly. He moved as fast as the wind. The sword drew a cold light in the air and hit Soros directly.

Thoros's limbs quickly protected his body, and the poisonous threads intertwined into a solid barrier, blocking Sephiroth's attack. The sword and the poison net collided with each other, making a sharp "clang clang clang" sound, and sparks flew everywhere. Thoros showed a cunning smile on his face, and the deadly mixed poison quickly spread from his body, and the air was filled with a strong smell of death.

Sephiroth swung his sword gently, and the blade cut through the air, creating a sharp gust of wind that quickly blew away the poison gas. He stared at Soros coldly, with a gleam of disdain in his eyes.

"Every move you make is within my expectations." Thoros grinned, and swung his hammer at Sephiroth at a tricky angle. At the same time, he activated the Weaver Master's predictive ability to predict Sephiroth's next move.

"Everything about you is under my control." Soros said coldly, with a smug gleam in his eyes.

A sneer flashed in Sephiroth's eyes, and he moved as fast as lightning. The sword drew a beautiful arc in his hand and quickly rushed towards the warhammer. There was a harsh sound of metal collision in the air, sparks flew, and the attack of the warhammer was blocked.

"Do you think you can predict my every move?" Sephiroth said coldly, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, "Then you are too naive."

A hint of surprise flashed in Thoros' eyes. Sephiroth's speed and strength exceeded his expectations. He swung his hammer again, but this time Sephiroth easily avoided it. Sephiroth moved as fast as the wind, and the sword in his hand drew a dazzling light, hitting Thoros' heart directly.

"I've seen through you." Sephiroth said coldly, and the Jenova cells in his body suddenly exploded, bringing with them a strong wave of energy. His eyes were cold and resolute, and the sword in his hand trembled slightly, making a low humming sound.

"Finally cut off." Sephiroth whispered, and the sword drew a dazzling arc in his hand, and quickly slashed towards Thoros. There was a sharp whistling sound in the air, and the sword hit Thoros' heart with destructive power.

Thoros' body was cut in half in an instant, blood gushed out, and his internal organs splattered everywhere. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and a gleam of disbelief flashed in Thoros' eyes, and his body fell to the ground powerlessly.

Sephiroth stood in front of Thoros's body, the sword in his hand flashing coldly, with a cold smile on his face. He gently swung the sword, shaking off the blood on the blade, his movements were graceful as if he had completed a gorgeous performance.

"Fate, after all, is in the hands of the strong." Sephiroth whispered, his eyes flashing with a deep light. He looked around, the castle building was filled with a strong smell of death, and the arthropod monsters and minions around him fell to the ground powerlessly, looking extremely miserable.