Chapter 1570 The leader of the revolutionary army, Dorag, died!
The next second, the excitement in his body suddenly dropped sharply! The power that once supported him in battle like a surging tide dissipated in an instant like the receding tide.
Suddenly, a feeling of emptiness, like a cold tide, ruthlessly deprived him of his five senses.
The world became blurry and silent before his eyes; his vision, hearing, touch, smell and taste seemed to be wiped out one by one by an invisible hand.
His body has collapsed!
The body was like an ancient warship eroded by time and battle, riddled with holes and on the verge of collapse.
Each wound is like a hole in the hull of a ship caused by artillery fire, through which "seawater" (vitality) continuously flows.
"No! Give me a little more time!!!" His unwilling tone was suffocating, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying endless despair and anger.
Sweat was like a flood that broke through a dam, soaking his clothes. The wet clothes stuck to his body, as if they were heavy shackles placed on him by fate.
His breathing was rapid and disordered, and every gasp sounded like the whine of an old bellows, as if it would stop completely in the next second.
His vision gradually blurred, and the scene before him was like a dream shrouded in mist, unreal and illusory.
Kuro immediately noticed this! His sharp fighting instincts allowed him to instantly detect his opponent's weakness. "Go to hell!"
Kuro's roar echoed between heaven and earth like thunder, and the sound was filled with endless madness and murderous intent.
His eyes were red, like two burning flames, revealing a bloodthirsty and murderous look.
The Butu Yuhun was tightly grasped in his hand, and the blade was shining brightly. The energy was surging like a raging tide, making a buzzing sound, as if it couldn't wait to vent its power.
The light from the blade illuminated everything around it and also reflected Kuro's ferocious face.
"Doraag!" Apparently, Ivankov had also realized the problem! He let out a shrill roar, his voice filled with worry and anxiety.
His eyes were wide open, as if they were about to burst out of their sockets, and the muscles on his face were distorted by anger and tension.
He tried desperately to rush over and help Dragon, but was repelled by Kuro's domineering field!
Ivankov struggled, his body twisting and colliding like a mad beast.
"Clang!!!" This loud noise, like the war drum struck by the gods, shook everyone's heart.
Kuro raised the Butsu Yuhun high, and the muscles on his arms bulged high, coiling like a dragon, containing infinite power.
The energy on the blade became increasingly intense, like a setting sun, carrying with it the power to destroy the world.
"go to hell!"
"Dorag!"
Kuro shouted, and the energy of the Budu Soul Sword burst out again! The light was like a tangible flame, burning fiercely and distorting the surrounding space beyond recognition.
The sword fell with the terrifying power of splitting the world, and slashed towards Dorag fiercely.
The blade whizzed past, and wherever it passed, the air was instantly torn apart, making a sharp explosion, as if it was the wailing of the world.
The surrounding trees were broken one after another by the powerful knife-like wind, like fragile straws; huge rocks were picked up and flew in the air, like sand and stones carried by the wind.
Dorag watched this earth-shattering scene with his own eyes, his heart filled with despair.
The knife light was like the call of the god of death, attacking him with irresistible force.
He wanted to dodge, but his exhausted body refused to obey, as if bound by invisible shackles.
His hands hung down helplessly, and the power that once could call the wind and rain disappeared without a trace.
"Revolution is salvation!!!" Dorag roared, however, the roar seemed so weak, like the last ray of light of a candle in the wind.
Kuro's sword light instantly enveloped him, and the cold light pierced into his body like a substance.
Dorag felt an indescribable pain spreading throughout his body, as if countless sharp blades were cutting his body at the same time.
Under the impact of this powerful force, his body began to shatter into pieces, and blood gushed out from the wounds like a fountain, dyeing the surrounding land red.
His eyes gradually dimmed, and the light that once filled him with fighting spirit had now completely disappeared.
"I... am unwilling..." Dorag muttered to himself with his last bit of strength.
His voice grew fainter and fainter, and finally disappeared in the strong wind.
His body slowly fell down, like a falling leaf, gently landing on the broken earth.
Kuro's stunning strike cut through everything! This strike directly cleaved the entire Luding Island!
Under the impact of this powerful force, the earth was easily torn apart like fragile paper.
A huge crack quickly spread out from where the knife fell, like a giant dragon with bared fangs and claws, splitting the island into two.
The ground on both sides of the crack continued to collapse, and huge rocks rolled down and fell into the bottomless crack, splashing huge water.
The sky itself seemed shaken by the blow. Huge cracks appeared across the once azure sky, like shattered mirrors. A fierce wind howled from the cracks, carrying with it a breath of destruction.
The clouds were torn to pieces, like cotton wool whipped by a strong wind. The whole world trembled under this force, as if the final judgment was about to come.
The seawater was swirling for hundreds of miles! The surging seawater was like being stirred by an invisible yet powerful and irresistible giant hand, forming huge waves dozens of feet high.
Wherever the huge waves passed, everything was ruthlessly swallowed up, ships were overturned, and reefs were washed away, as if a catastrophe had befallen.
The mist from the sea filled the air, making the whole world hazy and mysterious.
Kuro stood on the broken island and looked at the fallen Dragon, without a trace of pity on his face.
His eyes were cold and cruel. Dorag must die!
"It's over," Kuro said coldly, his voice echoing in the wind.
