CHAPTER 421: CHAPTER 274: THE ETERNAL AND ONLY GOD, THE CREATOR OF THE ENTIRE WORLD

Death, like a shadowy specter of darkness, silently approached. Luo Chen watched powerlessly as the black-clad girl before him held a sharp dagger in her hand, its cold edge reflecting a light of despair in the dimness. Her indifferent face appeared as if carved from millennium ice, showing no expression other than an unfathomable intent to kill.

"Go ahead." Luo Chen’s tone revealed deep helplessness and defeat. In this seemingly uneven confrontation, he had wholly given up the thought of resistance.

A flicker of determination flashed in the black-clad girl’s eyes, and she unhesitatingly thrust her dagger forward! However, at this critical moment of life and death, a sonorous sound of a flute suddenly pierced through the sky, breaking the silence of Divine Crown Cliff like heavenly music. The sudden flute sound halted the girl’s action abruptly; her expression shifted slightly, clearly startled by this unexpected interference.

She quickly turned her head towards the direction of the flute sound. Through the dense forest, she seemed to see the flute player in the distance, who was quietly gazing at the boundless mist beneath Divine Crown Cliff, as if isolated from the world.

This moment of hesitation was a rare opportunity for Luo Chen. Seizing the distraction, he quickly pulled out a green-red pill from his bosom and without hesitation, pushed it into his mouth. This pill was a secret medicine he had meticulously prepared earlier, capable of rapidly restoring his strength and healing injuries at critical times.

As the pill slid down his throat, a rich aura instantly spread throughout Luo Chen’s body, like sweet rain nourishing parched earth. He felt the excruciating wound on his leg quickly heal under the nourishment of this aura, and the lost blood was quickly replenished. Meanwhile, a faint warmth lingered around the thin ice layer on his leg, constantly melting it away.

Luo Chen clenched his fist, feeling the power once again surging within. His gaze swept towards the Divine Fire Sword lying on the ground not far away, beginning to contemplate how to escape. Although the black-clad girl was absurdly formidable, Luo Chen could clearly discern from the water-attribute aura she emitted that her strength was actually not superior to his. Yet, in this battle, he had been oppressed without the ability to fight back. Aside from the disparity in weapons, he couldn’t think of any reason that could explain it.

But now, with his strength restored and wounds healed, Luo Chen’s confidence gradually returned. He took a deep breath, adjusted his condition, and prepared to face the upcoming challenge. He knew that this battle was far from over; he had to find every possible way to break free and regain his dignity and honor.

Meanwhile, the black-clad girl quickly snapped back to her senses after a brief lapse, gripping her dagger tightly again, a trace of viciousness flashing in her eyes. Clearly, she wasn’t planning to let Luo Chen off just like that. The battle between them was once again on the verge of reigniting.

However, just then, another flute melody rose melodiously, this time clearer and more enchanting. Both the black-clad girl and Luo Chen involuntarily paused, turning towards the direction of the flute sound. They saw a figure slowly emerging from the forest, holding a long flute and clad in an attire as white as snow. The person’s features were delicate and their demeanor transcendent, stunning like a celestial being untouched by mundane affairs.

"Why don’t you both put down your weapons and enjoy the beauty of Divine Crown together?" The white-clad person spoke gently, their tone carrying an otherworldly carefreeness and composure, "Sometimes, conflict cannot solve problems; rather, it might cost us the beautiful things we might otherwise experience."

Luo Chen’s eyes flickered with a determined light as he intently stared at the dagger in the black-clad girl’s hand. It was not just a sword, but the source of her power. Every attack from this blade carried the overwhelming water-attribute energy akin to vast rivers, lakes, and seas. He knew well that without seizing this sword, he couldn’t truly defeat his opponent.

After a moment of internal struggle, Luo Chen finally made up his mind. He bit his teeth and shot towards the black-clad girl like an arrow, reaching out his hands to snatch the dagger.

"How dare you!" the black-clad girl snapped back to reality, her eyes flashing with icy light. Her dagger sliced through the air instantaneously with lethal intent, aiming straight for Luo Chen’s heart.

Luo Chen only felt a cold wind rushing towards him, but did not flinch. Instead, he swiftly retracted his hands, accurately grasping the blade of the dagger. The sharp edge sliced into his palms, with blood trickling down his fingers. Yet, Luo Chen seemed unfazed by the pain, using all his strength to wrest the dagger from the black-clad girl’s hand.