章 1244: The Initial Goal

"Argh!"

Zoyedark immediately let out an excruciating cry after being bathed in the light of [Seal of Dawn].

The pain level of the cry was far worse than the repulsion from his shadows.

After all, one was a simple repulsion, but the other?

It was a lethal bane of his life.

It was self-explanatory on which one was worse.

Pride's way of battle was similar to Kieran's. He would not leave any window for his enemies to breath.

The moment Prime Viper gave that excruciating cry, the black greatsword swung down from his head.

The cry stopped abruptly. It wasn't death but Zoyedark catching the black greatsword with his bare hands.

The sharp and heavy black greatsword was stopped by a palm of flesh. Even with that sharpness, it hadn't landed a cut on the palm.

And!

The damage [Seal of Dawn] inflicted on Zoyedark was rapidly decreasing. He seemed to have gotten used to the bane of his life, which was supposed to be lethal.