Chapter 1569: A shocking sword!
The rage in Kuro's heart erupted like a volcano, the true fire burned fiercely, burning his sanity as well.
His eyes seemed to be ignited by two extremely hot flames, revealing crazy paranoia and resolute murderous intent.
Under the crazy infusion of Conqueror's Haki like a surging river, Butu Yuhun let out a deafening roar that seemed to come from the ancient times.
The sound was like the roar of an ancient beast, carrying endless majesty and murderous intent, as if it would shake the entire world to pieces and make the heavens and earth tremble.
Between heaven and earth, the pressure surged like a physical force. The sky, already oppressive like a huge rock, now felt as if being pressed down by an invisible yet irresistible hand, so low it was breathtaking, as if it would make direct contact with the earth in the next second.
The thick dark clouds were like a huge and heavy black curtain, hanging heavily over the battlefield. The gloomy color seemed to be able to drip ink, and it seemed as if it would fall at any time, burying everything mercilessly in endless darkness.
"Heavenly Wheel Style: Twelve Red Phoenixes!" Kuro suddenly let out a roar that shook the earth and seemed to be able to tear the sky apart. The sound echoed between heaven and earth for a long time like thunder.
He raised the Butu Yuhun in his hand high, and a dazzling and fiery red light flashed on the blade, as if twelve red phoenixes burning with blazing flames were flying and circling wildly on the blade.
The red pheasant's feathers were as bright as silk just fished out of a pool of blood, and each feather exuded a breath so hot that it could melt the air, as if it wanted to burn everything around it to ashes.
As Kuro roared, the Butu Soul in his hand, with the terrifying power that could create the world and cut through time and space, slashed fiercely at Dorag who was floating in the sky.
This sword seemed to have gathered all the power between heaven and earth, carrying with it an endless sense of destruction, as if it was going to reshape the entire universe.
Wherever the knife flashed, the space was instantly torn apart, and a huge, deep crack that seemed to lead to an endless abyss appeared in mid-air, as if the world was split open with a shocking wound, and blood seemed to be flowing out of it.
This knife caused the dark clouds in the sky to disperse.
The dark clouds that had been weighing heavily on everyone's heads, seemingly about to crush them all, were quickly pushed aside by this unimaginably powerful force, as if by an invisible hand that controlled everything.
The sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the clouds, forming golden beams of light as sacred as the light of God, which sprinkled on the battlefield, adding a touch of sacred and solemn atmosphere to this battlefield shrouded in blood and killing, as if God was overlooking this cruel battle.
Dorag felt the terrifying power of the knife, and his face instantly became as solemn as ice. A hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes, but he did not intend to retreat at all. Instead, he burned with an even more intense fighting spirit.
The strong wind around him howled even more violently, like a group of angry beasts roaring, forming wind walls as strong as steel walls, trying to withstand the impact of the knife.
"Wind Barrier·Thousand Spin Shield!" Dorag shouted, his voice as loud as a bell. He quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered something. Every character seemed to contain a mysterious and powerful power.
In an instant, countless wind blades intertwined together to form a huge, rotating wind barrier that exuded a sharp aura.
The barrier was like a huge, madly spinning vortex, emitting powerful suction and defensive forces, as if it could swallow up all attacks.
The sword light of Butu Yuhun collided with the wind barrier, and instantly burst out with a light so dazzling that it almost blinded people. It was like the sun exploding, and the whole world was shrouded in this light.
The light illuminated the entire battlefield, forcing everyone to close their eyes, as if they would be blinded if they looked directly at the light.
The impact force generated by the collision was like a surging tide that could destroy everything, spreading wildly in all directions.
The ground was shaken violently, like a turbulent sea rolling wildly; the surrounding trees were uprooted, like fragile grass drifting helplessly in the wind; the mountains in the distance also began to collapse, and huge rocks rolled down, as if a doomsday disaster had befallen.
As the domineering colors collided, Kuro only felt a recoil force from the sword that was so powerful that it could tear his body apart, which made his arm numb, as if countless steel needles were piercing into it at the same time, his knuckles were cracked, and blood flowed down the handle of the sword like a stream.
Dorag's wind barrier was also shattered by this sword, and the rotating wind blades became chaotic, like soldiers who had lost their leader, and they dissipated in the air, leaving only a slight whistling sound.
"Not good!" Dorag's heart suddenly tightened, and the scream almost broke through his throat.
At this moment, the situation on the battlefield took a sharp turn for the worse like a violent storm.
He watched helplessly as his carefully constructed defense was easily cut through like fragile tissue paper by Kuro's extremely sharp sword.
The blade light seemed to carry endless destructive power. Wherever it passed, the defensive barrier instantly shattered, turning into countless tiny rays of light and dissipating into the air.
What made Drago even more frightened was that Kuro's attack did not dissipate at all even though his defense was broken.
The sword, which contained terrifying energy, continued to rush towards him like a roaring dragon with the momentum of creating the world.
As the knife flashed, it seemed as if countless sharp blades were attacking at the same time, leaving no way to avoid them.
Dorag's color changed instantly. His face turned as pale as paper, and his eyes were full of shock and fear.
His originally resolute expression was now replaced by panic, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, soaking his clothes.
His body trembled slightly uncontrollably, as if he was in a world of ice and snow. The coldness rushed up from the soles of his feet and spread throughout his body in an instant.
"How could this happen? My defense is so vulnerable!"
Dorag screamed wildly in his heart. He couldn't understand why Kuro's sword was so powerful.
He thought his defense was strong enough, but in front of the knife light, it was like child's play.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and Dorag felt that his breathing became difficult.
He tried to move his body to avoid the fatal blow, but his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground and he couldn't move at all.
The knife light was getting closer and closer, and the oppressive feeling it brought was getting stronger and stronger, as if it was going to crush his soul completely.
"No! I can't be defeated like this!" Dorag roared in his heart. He forced himself to suppress the fear in his heart, and a trace of fighting spirit rekindled in his eyes.
He quickly mobilized the strength in his body, trying to fight back at the last moment.
He quickly formed seals with his hands, muttered something, and the strong wind around him howled again.
The strong wind was like countless angry dragons, surrounding him and forming powerful wind walls.
He wanted to use this wind wall to block Kuro's attack, even if it could only buy a moment of time.
However, Kuro's attack was too powerful, and the knife light easily penetrated the wind wall again like cutting tofu.
The wind wall dissipated instantly like foam in front of the sword light. Dorag's eyes widened, filled with despair.
"Am I really going to die here?" Dorag was filled with resentment. He still had too many missions to complete and too many dreams to realize.
He couldn't die so easily. The faith deeply rooted in his soul was like the tangled roots of an ancient giant tree, clinging tightly to the hope of life, and would never loosen even a little bit despite the raging wind and rain.
Every cell is screaming, every nerve is tense, as if declaring to fate: He will fight this desperate situation to the end!












