King's Awakening-Chapter 760 - : Mysterious Power

Chapter 760: Chapter 760: Mysterious Power

On the fifth level of the Black Tower, darkness engulfs everything. Only dim light pierces through the heavy black smoke. Beasts fight each other in this darkness, their silhouettes darting relentlessly through every corner of the Black Tower, emitting deafening roars and crashing sounds. Among them, one beast is a gigantic savage beast, towering and robust, its fur flauntingly wild like black flames. Its eyes are filled with wildness and ruthlessness, as if it’s the true Beast King.

In this dark environment, the more battles the beasts engage in, the more horrific their strength becomes, and the harder their flesh. This is a power struggle in the savage world, purely to dominate the Black Tower and become the real Beast King. Tirelessly they fight with all their might, paying any price necessary.

The trial of the fifth level of the Black Tower is crucial for every beast. Only by passing this trial can they step towards the pinnacle of the Black Tower and become the true Beast King. This layer is covered in darkness, reminiscent of an endless labyrinth. Beasts must rely on their keen sense of smell and powerful intuition to find the correct way forward.

The fifth level of the Black Tower is filled with dangers and the unknown. Each turn might hide deadly threats. Only the beasts that uninhibitedly unleash their wildness can survive here. In this darkness, there are no rules to speak of; only the strongest beasts survive.

Meanwhile, the battles between the beasts grow fiercer. Each victory brings more power to the beasts, making their bodies more robust and their fighting prowess increasingly terrifying. In this dark environment, there is no friendship among the beasts, only brutal fighting and merciless struggle. They fight with all their strength, paying any price to dominate the Black Tower and become the strongest Beast King.

The real threat of the fifth level of the Black Tower doesn’t only come from the contest among other beasts, but also from the harsh environment and unpredictable traps. The black smoke spreading in the darkness not only obscures the beasts’ vision but also brings unpredictable risks. The beasts must remain vigilant at all times to avoid falling into a deadly crisis.

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In the dark trial of the fifth level, only the most potent and resilient beasts can overcome numerous difficulties to ultimately ascend the peak of the Black Tower. It’s a difficult journey, full of uncertainties, but the beasts do not back down. They exemplify the wildness and determination of the Beast King with their flesh and blood. The fifth floor of the Black Tower is the place that truly distinguishes the strong and weak beasts. Only the strongest beast can become the true king of the Black Tower.

The sixth layer of the Black Tower is filled with dense energy. Thunder cracks, flames burn, and frost is chilly. Various elements interweave, creating a spectacle of unparalleled grandeur. The battlefield resembles a feast displaying all power and wisdom, each of the Human Clan Masters showcasing their unique charm.

The Human Clan Masters do not fear the fierceness of the beasts. Their collisions with the beasts echo through the sky, expressing a dynamic beauty. Giant swords and dragon claws, spells and thunder intertwine to form a massive and complex web. Their bodies break away from conventional restrictions, each attack demonstrating the Human Clan Masters’ incomparable power and skill.

The space within the Black Tower twists from the fight, the ground cracking, and stones scattering everywhere. There is a thick atmosphere in the air, suffocating. Amid the turbulent airflow, the Human Clan Masters are cloaked in various colors of radiance, like a group of burning flames, bursting forth dazzling light.

The beasts do not yield either. They are filled with primal power and tyrannical aura. Each scratch, impact, and spewing action seem to tear the entire Black Tower apart. Their bodies seem to be filled with a mysterious energy, effortlessly manipulating the power of the elements.

Fire and ice swirl within the Black Tower, with each side taking turns in the spotlight. The beasts transform into afterimages, crazily darting around within the Black Tower. The fierceness of their attacks, their impressive power, leave people unprepared. The Human Clan masters, on the other hand, are quick and agile, dodging the attacks of the beasts, and bravely launching attacks of their own, aiming to defeat them.

As time passes, the battle gradually reaches its climax, and both sides begin the final battle. The Black Tower is filled with the sounds of explosions, roars, curses, and shouts. These sounds mix together to form a magnificent symphony pursuing power and victory.

In the end, the Human Clan Masters, with their superior strength and wisdom, successfully defeat the last beast. The fight within the Black Tower gradually subsides, while the remaining embers on the battlefield quietly burn in the wind. The Human Clan Masters gaze at the bodies of their fallen adversaries, their hearts filled with solemnity and satisfaction. Their smoke-covered silhouettes are stubborn and tenacious, each Human Clan Master a dancer for the Black Tower. This place is their stage for self-growth.

The contention within the Black Tower isn’t just about the struggle for dominion, but also the pursuit of power and glories. This earth-shattering contest allows the Human Clan Masters to know each other, to compete against each other, and to forge an indomitable will and unstoppable determination in endless battles.

The battles within the Black Tower are merely clashes of power and wisdom, and every clash brings the members of the Human Clan closer to the pinnacle of power. They understand that only by continuously fighting and surpassing themselves can they perfect their strength.

The vision ends here abruptly.

Clearly, the beggar from the past did not have the strength to witness what was beyond the sixth level.

At this point, White Mitchell became even more perplexed.

Up to this moment, through the eyes of the beggar from the past, White Mitchell had not seen the mysterious power that the beggar spoke of.

The beggar seemed to read White Mitchell’s thoughts as the scene before him suddenly plummeted.

Just as he was about to step into the seventh level of the Black Tower, a mass of black mist suddenly burst out from its entrance.

The black mist quickly condensed, forming a large shadow, like a black giant tower blocking White Mitchell’s path. The tower radiated a daunting menace, like a hungry wolf watching White Mitchell’s every move.

White Mitchell’s eyes glittered with an imposing chill. He immediately became alert, feeling a surge of powerful icy energy attacking him under the cover of dark fog.

The dark fog attacked White Mitchell like a sharp blade. White Mitchell’s gaze flickered, and an Ice Long Sword that shimmered with a blue glow suddenly appeared in his hand. He dodged the attack from the dark fog like a flying figure, retaliating with his skillful swordsmanship, striking out forcefully.

The next moment, White Mitchell quickly exited the Nine-Layer Black Tower and arrived at the valley outside the Black Tower.

The quiet valley suddenly turned into a battlefield. White Mitchell was entangled with the dark fog; at times his sword was intense, and other times he evaded cleverly, making the entire scene appear like a world of dancing snowflakes.

A mysterious rune appeared between White Mitchell’s eyebrows, which began to shine faintly. The rune radiated an endless glow, like the sunshine that dispels darkness. White Mitchell felt the power within his body rapidly expanding, and he concentrated this power at the tip of his sword.

White Mitchell’s swordsmanship evolved, and he launched a more fierce attack against the dark fog. Amid the cold gleaming light, his swordsmanship was like a raging storm. However, the fog was not afraid at all and instead came towards him.

White Mitchell felt an evil aura emanating from the dark fog and knew that this battle would not be easy. He suddenly realized that the power of the dark fog did not come from a common demon. It’s likely a being that has merged with some dark forces.

White Mitchell calmed down, pondering strategies to deal with the dark fog. He took a deep breath and his inner strength flowed rapidly throughout his body like a rushing river. He silently recited the mental method, adjusting his body’s power to the best condition.

The sword collided with the dark fog, causing a strong fluctuation of energy in the air. The power in White Mitchell seemed to have found a vent; it spurted out from the tip of the sword. His sword became heavier and stronger from being initially light, each swing seemed to carry a mighty force, causing the dark fog to retreat.

The dark fog was stunned to see White Mitchell’s momentum steadily rising, feeling an increase in pressure. He was unwilling to be driven into such a state by a mortal and let out a shrill howl. With the howl, the dark energy within the dark fog erupted violently, transforming into black Sword Qi, attacking White Mitchell.

White Mitchell’s eyes narrowed, and he knew he could not be suppressed by the dark fog any longer; he must find the dark fog’s weakness. He was fully concentrating on observing the dark fog’s methods of attack and rhythm, discovering that while the dark fog was strong, it also had flaws. Its attack pattern had a rhythm, and as long as he seized the opportunity, he could pierce through the dark fog’s defense with a single stroke.

White Mitchell was waiting for a chance. After the dark fog launched an attack, he took a step forward instantly, flashing past the gaps in the dark fog. He quickly approached the dark fog and used a fast sword technique like a lightning bolt to stab at the vital point of the dark fog.

“Hisss!” A soft sound echoed as White Mitchell’s sword pierced through the body of the dark fog, causing it to scream. White Mitchell felt the dark energy in the fog’s body start to dissipate rapidly under the stimulation of the sword.

The dark fog looked at White Mitchell in shock, unable to believe that it would be defeated by this mortal. But the reality was in front of him; his power was no longer unshakeable. The dark fog gritted its teeth and let out an angry roar, as the dark forces within his body started surging crazily.

White Mitchell didn’t stay idle either, he knew that the dark fog had reached its limit, but he couldn’t afford to be careless. He continued circulating his inner strength, his swordsmanship becoming decisively sharp.

The speed of the dark fog became faster and faster; the dark energy was rushing to the sky. The entire valley was filled with an evil aura.

Black Sword Qi was striking White Mitchell again and again.

White Mitchell tightly held the sword in his hand with a determined look in his eyes. His figure swiftly dodged and deftly avoided the attacks of the Black Sword Qi while pointing the sword towards the dark fog, and rhetorically challenging, “Where does this evildoer come from, why don’t you show yourself quickly?”

As his voice just fell, a dazzling light emerged from the tip of his sword, like a bolt of lightning cutting across the sky, striking at the dark fog.

The dark fog let out a wailing roar.

A hint of sneer flashed across White Mitchell’s eyes, he no longer retreated. His figure rushed forward, the Sword Qi shot at the dark fog like a sharp arrow.

The fog, despite feeling the weakening power, sneered and confronted White Mitchell’s Sword Qi with the cluster of dark fog in its hand. The two powerful energies continuously made shocks, and the valley was immediately enveloped by black and white light.

After a while, the dark fog suddenly felt an irresistible force pouring into its body, letting out a painful howl. Its body was punctured by the Sword Qi, and a crack appeared on it.

Seeing this, White Mitchell didn’t dare to take the situation lightly. He quickly withdrew his Sword Qi, and said icily, “Show yourself, or don’t blame me for tearing your soul apart!”

The dark fog sneered, “Stupid!”

After saying that, the dark fog morphed into a monster. It regained its previous wicked aura, becoming even more ferocious and dangerous.

White Mitchell’s brows furrowed slightly. He realized that the dark fog was not an easy opponent. Its abilities were much stronger than he had imagined. He calmed down, adjusted his state, and summoned a surge of the Power of Justice instantly.

This force of justice was as surging as a river, warm, and solid. White Mitchell pointed his sword towards the sky and shouted lowly, “Kill!”

His voice seemed to infuse endless power into his sword, causing the tip of the sword to emit a dazzling white light, like stars shining, piercing the blackness of the dark fog.

The dark fog felt the immense pressure. Its form began to disperse, lessening gradually. It let out a roar, transforming into the shape of a fist made out of the black fog, and violently smashed towards White Mitchell.

White Mitchell steadied his posture and swiftly controlled his Sword Qi to envelop him, forming a solid shield. The black energy of the dark fog fiercely collided with the shield, causing a deafening resounding bang.

White Mitchell felt that the shield began to vibrate violently. He knew that his Sword Qi shield wouldn’t be able to withstand the attacks of the dark fog and that he needed to strengthen his defense. He sent a thought, transferring the Power of Justice within his body through the Sword Qi shield to reinforce its defense.

The power of the shield instantly increased several-fold. Once the black energy of the dark fog hit it again, it was unable to break through White Mitchell’s shield.

White Mitchell felt elated to sense the weakening of the dark fog’s attack power. He resolutely launched another attack. Condensing a stream of Sword Qi in his hand, he morphed it into a giant sword and viciously slashed at the dark fog.

Upon seeing this, the dark fog quickly dispersed the dark energy forming its defense, to evade White Mitchell’s attack. However, the speed of White Mitchell’s Sword Qi easily followed the dark fog.

The dark fog continuously retreated, falling into a bitter fight. Its body instantly dissolved into dark fog, bringing a deathly aura towards White Mitchell.

White Mitchell immediately retracted his giant sword and used a nimble movement technique to dodge the attack of the dark fog. He quickly dodged, skillfully weaving between the dark fog.

The dark fog was unpredictable, attempting to grab White Mitchell, but his movement technique flowed like clouds and water, leaving no room for doubt.

White Mitchell suddenly let out a loud shout, creating a Sword Qi Vortex that attacked the dark fog like a violent storm. The Sword Qi Vortex swallowed everything, completely engulfing the dark fog.

The dark fog felt a significant threat and instantly tried to reduce its shape to escape. However, the Sword Qi Vortex ruthlessly locked it within, affording no chance to escape.

Seeing this, White Mitchell didn’t hesitate. He raised his giant sword and directly stabbed the Sword Qi Vortex.

The Sword Qi Vortex suddenly contracted. The dark fog instantly dissipated into countless small specks of fog that scattered into the air, only to regroup into a cloud of dark fog.

It seemed indestructible.

White Mitchell felt the power and resilience of the dark fog. Rather than feeling disheartened, it stirred up his determination to fight. He took steady steps, gripping his giant sword tightly and walking towards the dark fog.

The dark fog saw that White Mitchell was not afraid of its dispersion and became more determined to eliminate him. The dark fog surged, forming a huge black vortex that attacked White Mitchell.

White Mitchell’s brows furrowed slightly. He knew that facing this powerful dark fog, he needed a knockout skill to have a chance at winning. He suddenly emitted a loud shout, and his whole body burst out with Sword Qi. The Sword Qi hit the dark fog like sharp arrows, causing a harsh screeching sound.

The dark fog was severely wounded, but it did not disperse. It roared and pounced towards White Mitchell. The dark fog mixed with cold and venom seemed as if it could directly corrode the soul.

White Mitchell felt a tightness in his heart. He knew well the terror of the dark fog; once corroded, his intellect would be irrecoverable. He immediately unleashed his movement technique, skillfully dodging the attack of the dark fog.

White Mitchell’s movements were agile; like a swift, he maneuvered through the dark fog. His giant sword cut through the darkness like a bolt of lightning, resulting in bright arcs of light.

White Mitchell’s sword light pierced through the dark fog, causing it to emit sizzling noises. The angered dark fog rolled and lunged at White Mitchell again. This time, the dark fog grew more fierce and powerful, like a vicious beast, full of endless malice and bloodthirsty aura.

White Mitchell dared not be careless. He radiated a strong Sword Qi all over his body, protecting himself within and blocking the invasion of the dark fog. He brandished his giant sword; the sword momentum was like the wind and the chop was as precise as a knife. But the dark fog suffered seemingly minor damage, seeming to possess an undying power.

The dark fog gradually overwhelmed White Mitchell. He continuously retreated, feeling that his power couldn’t contend with the dark fog.

Eventually, the power of the dark fog grew even stronger.

White Mitchell slowly started losing, getting swallowed by the dark fog.

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At the critical moment, White Mitchell applied a secret technique, and a strand of his remaining soul escaped from the siege of the dark fog.

The scene suddenly ended here.

The image before White Mitchell’s eyes reformed the figure of an ancient temple.

Although he just experienced all of this from the perspective of the old beggar, the immense pressure brought by the dark fog still made White Mitchell shudder.

It was terrifying!

In the beginning, the old beggar could contend with the dark fog and even pressured the dark fog into a tight spot several times.

But the undying characteristic of the dark fog was unassailable.

From the old beggar’s perspective, White Mitchell also learned about the old beggar’s realm from the past.

He was undoubtedly a respected master!

Only above the Foundation Establishment could one be regarded as a master!

At such a realm, one could establish a sect. The City Lord of Heavenly Dragon City, strong as he is, was perhaps similar in strength to the old beggar in his prime.

Yet, in the end, even the powerful old beggar could only abandon his Taoist Body, escape disgracefully with just a wisp of his remaining soul.

And that dark fog became even stronger.

After tens of thousands of years, the strength of the dark fog today is probably even more formidable.

If they encountered it, they wouldn’t even be enough to fill the cracks between its teeth.