บท 868: Purification of The Corrupted World (29)

The battle raged on in the echoing hall, the air thick with the tension of impending doom. The corrupted king, now a towering behemoth of scales and shadow, staggered from the piercing blow of Elara's spear, his rage palpable. Arpious felt the surge of energy from her connection to him, amplifying her resolve as she prepared for the next round of attacks.

Arpious launched herself forward, her footfalls silent against the cracked marble floor, her body a blur as she executed a series of rapid punches aimed at the exposed gap in the king's ribs where the spear had struck. Each punch connected with a dull thud, sending ripples through the corrupted flesh, but the king's skin absorbed much of the impact. He twisted away, pivoting on his feet with surprising agility for his size, using his bulk to create a barrier of shadow around him.