The Dark Energy spun like a black vortex, overwhelming White Mitchell as it surged towards him. The air was teeming with the stench of decay and the odour of death. He shuddered, on the verge of collapsing.
However, White Mitchell's resolve did not waver. Harnessing the power of his sword, he sprang forth like a leaping dragon, fearlessly charging towards the Dark Energy.
The collision of his sword Qi and Dark Energy emitted a deafening crash. White Mitchell felt a powerful force propel him away, slamming him hard onto the ground, causing a mouthful of fresh blood to spew out.
Pain and weakness rendered White Mitchell nearly immobilized, yet he painstakingly pulled himself up, gripping his sword tightly. He knew this was his last chance to end the battle swiftly.
White Mitchell took a deep breath, his eyes glimmering with unwavering conviction, once more releasing a powerful Sword Intent. He took steps towards Protector Moore, his sword radiating with magnificent light.