Chương 871: Purification of The Corrupted World (32)

As the battle raged on, the air thickened with the echoes of their clash. The corrupted king, his form now marred by frost and gold, surged with an overwhelming fury, his eyes burning with a mix of desperation and wrath. The once-mighty behemoth seemed to shake the very foundations of the hall as he readied himself for another devastating assault.

Arpious and Elara stood firm, their bodies coiled with energy, each aware of the critical moment that lay ahead. Elara took to the air, her wings spreading wide as she soared above the king, looking down for any signs of vulnerability. Arpious steadied herself, planting her feet firmly on the ground, ready to launch forward at a moment's notice.