Chapter 1571 Hatred of Blood and Fire

"Dorag!" Ivankov let out a roar of extreme grief and rushed towards the body lying quietly on the ground like a gust of wind.

With trembling hands, he picked up Dorag carefully but with great heaviness, as if the slightest force would cause this fragile life to completely dissipate.

The cries, filled with endless despair and anger, echoed in the air, like sharp blades, piercing straight into everyone's heart.

In the distance, the tangible aura surrounding Kuro slowly receded like a surging tide. His posture was as straight as a pine tree, his eyes cold and sharp, like a dormant beast, ready to strike a fatal blow at any moment.

Suddenly, a sharp, cool breeze whistled past, as if even nature itself sensed the tense atmosphere. Then, as if a rip had torn the sky, a fine, drizzling rain fell. At first, the raindrops only gently touched the ground, but soon, as if driven by some mysterious force, they rapidly grew larger, clattering to the ground like beads from a broken string.

Ivankov's tears had already burst forth, mingling with the shocking blood on Dorag's body. They dripped down his cheeks, drop by drop, onto the ground, as if expressing endless sorrow and unwillingness. The interwoven traces of blood and rain stung everyone's eyes like serpentine snakes.

After a moment, Ivankov slowly placed Dorag's body on the ground, his movements as gentle as if handling a rare treasure. He slowly stood up, his feet firmly planted in the ground. He turned slowly, his once bright eyes now blood-red, as if burning with two blazing flames, as he stared intently at Kuro. His gaze was filled with hatred, rage, and determination, as if he wanted to devour Kuro alive.

Kuro narrowed his eyes slightly, a barely perceptible cold glint flashing through them. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the exertion. His aura surged again, like a volcano about to erupt, emitting a chilling aura.

"I will kill you to avenge Dorag!" Ivankov gritted his teeth, every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, his face was hideous and distorted, like an enraged beast, ready to pounce on the enemy and tear him to pieces at any time.

Kuro didn't respond to this, but his aura, which had been shrinking, suddenly surged like a lit fuse. An invisible energy field seemed to form around him, distorting the air around him.

A flicker of determination flashed in Ivankov's eyes. His fingers suddenly shifted, transforming into ten sharp syringes that gleamed coldly in the dim light. He took a deep breath and shouted, "Maximum Adrenaline!" Without hesitation, he plunged the ten syringes into his own body.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!!" Ivankov let out a scream of pain, and the sound seemed like a wail from hell.

His body instantly began to emit hot steam, as if he had been placed in a blazing furnace.

His face was distorted by pain, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, but he gritted his teeth and endured the excruciating pain.

The next second, Ivankov's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, leaving only a blurry afterimage.

Kuro frowned, his eyes instantly becoming alert, his hands quickly gripping the hilt of the knife, all the muscles in his body tensed like a fully drawn bow.

At this moment, Ivankov's figure suddenly appeared in front of Kuro like a ghost. His palms instantly turned into claws. The sharp claws were like five daggers shining with cold light. With a fierce momentum, he slashed heavily at Kuro.

"Dang!!!" A loud bang resounded through the air like thunder, the piercing sound of metal colliding with metal. The powerful impact spread outward from the point of collision, like a small earthquake, causing the surrounding ground to tremble.

Kuro felt a surge of force along the blade, causing his body to sway slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. He exerted force, his arms bulging with muscle, like two dragons, and fiercely pushed Ivankov forward.

Ivankov stumbled, but quickly regained his balance. He roared again, charging at Kuro like a mad tiger. His claws swung like windmills, their speed too fast to be seen with the naked eye; only streaks of cold light flashed through the air.

"Ding, ding, dang!" A series of crisp metallic clashes echoed as Kuro swung his sword to block Ivankov's attack. Kuro's eyes were calm and focused. As he swung his sword to block Ivankov's attack, he quietly gathered a powerful force in his left fist.

"Ba Long Fist!" Just when there was a gap in Ivankov's attack, Kuro saw the opportunity, shouted loudly, and his left fist was like a cannonball, hitting out with a devastating force.

The space ahead suddenly became like a broken mirror, with large cracks rapidly spreading across the area, as if a doomsday disaster were imminent. Ivankov felt a powerful force bearing down on him, his body twisting and deforming as if gripped by an invisible hand. The next second, he was blasted away by the mighty force, like a kite with its string cut, drawing a long arc through the air.

A cold glint flashed in Kuro's eyes, and he dodged, chasing after him. In his hand, the long sword of the Budō Yuhun swirled with blazing flames and blinding lightning. The flames resembled a roaring fire dragon, and the lightning like a flickering electric snake, intertwining together and emitting a chilling aura.

"The King is angry!" Kuro shouted, and slashed down with the long sword in his hand. The flames cut through the darkness like a sharp sword, and slashed towards Ivankov with an unstoppable momentum.

Seeing this, Ivankov's eyes flashed with determination, and he quickly crossed his arms to resist.

"Clang!" With a resounding roar, powerful energy shot up into the air like a volcanic eruption, instantly raising the temperature around them. The falling raindrops, before they could even land, were instantly evaporated by this powerful energy, transforming into puffs of white vapor.

Thick fog rushed towards us, like a mysterious mist, covering the entire battlefield and making it impossible to see what was happening inside.

Kuro stood quietly in the thick fog. The diffuse fog was like a huge and mysterious curtain, wrapping him tightly.

His eyes were as calm as water, without any ripples, and he just stared quietly at the shocking pool of blood on the ground in front of him.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, his eyes froze, and he whipped his head around. At that moment, Ivankov reappeared in his sight like a ghost. His eyes burned with frantic fury, his fingers like ten deadly claws, flashing with a cold light. He aimed directly at Kuro's throat, clutching with a desperate, desperate force.

Kuro reacted with remarkable speed, swinging his long sword in an instant like a flash of silver lightning, precisely blocking Ivankov's fatal blow. "Clang!" The sound of metal clashing echoed through the dense fog, shaking the surrounding mist slightly. At the same time, Kuro, seizing the perfect moment, launched his right foot like a sledgehammer, delivering a powerful kick to Ivankov's abdomen.