King's Awakening

Chapter 764: Chapter 764: The Mysterious Person’s Life – Part Two

Noticing the unfavorable turn of events, the leader of the Dark Sect, the Black Wind Demon King, roared in anger, unleashing the full extent of his Dark Energy in a desperate counterattack.

The Black Wind Demon King instantly grew larger, his body wreathed in roiling dark energies, his eyes cold and heartless. His power far surpassed what White Mitchell and the mysterious man had imagined, seeming capable of tearing apart heaven and earth. The black sword in his hand flickered with a dazzling light, akin to a demon’s fang.

White Mitchell and the mysterious man exchanged a glance, firmly grip their weapons, and charged fearlessly towards the Black Wind Demon King. Two shadows whirled and danced in the darkness, the Sword Qi crisscrossing violently, instantly transforming the entire battlefield into a chaotic mess.

White Mitchell, with his divine-level swordsmanship, continuously attacked the Black Wind Demon King’s weak spots, swift as a gust of wind. The mysterious man, with his robust punches and kicks, neutralized every counterattack from the Black Wind Demon King. Their seamless cooperation exerted massive pressure on the Black Wind Demon King.

The Black Wind Demon King roared wildly, releasing even more frenzied energy. His form became as elusive as a gust of wind, his speed extremely fast and unpredictable. Interweaving swords and fist shadows, the intense fight extended from the ground to the sky, performing a breathtaking aerial duel.

White Mitchell frowned; he felt the power of the dark energy growing stronger and found it overwhelming. However, he stood firmly on the side of justice, determined to eradicate the dark forces.

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Just then, a cunning gleam flashed in the mysterious man’s eye, and he shouted, using his tactical movement to successfully lure the Black Wind Demon King towards White Mitchell.

White Mitchell saw his opportunity, swiftly adjusted his stance, dodged the Black Wind Demon King’s strike deftly, then launched a fierce counterattack. Waving his sword, he emitted a dazzling Sword Qi, piercing the dark night sky like a bolt of lightning.

The Black Wind Demon King was heavily injured by White Mitchell’s Sword Qi, blood pouring from numerous wounds, but he showed no intention of surrendering. Laughing in fury, he radiated even stronger Dark Energy.

He spread his arms, letting the Dark Energy rush into his palms like a mad wind, forming a massive dark vortex that struck towards White Mitchell with tremendous pressure.

White Mitchell felt fear due to the surge of Dark Energy, but he didn’t intend to back down. He inhaled deeply, silently praying the Inner Power Mantra that his father had once taught him. He exerted his unique Inner Strength, condensing the positive energy within his body into his sword, and formed a dazzling radiance.

The sword light collided with the dark vortex, bursting into a brilliant flash. A fierce struggle broke out in mid-air between the forces of light and darkness. White Mitchell felt his strength being devoured by a powerful suction, but he exerted all his effort to resist being swallowed by the darkness.

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Upon seeing this, the mysterious man executed his secret weapon. He gathered his Inner Strength, put his palms together, and closed his eyes in contemplation. The body of the mysterious man emitted a holy radiance like a divine Messenger of Light standing in the city of light. The light gradually concealed the darkness, illuminating the entire battlefield.

Light and shadow intertwined, sword light and dark vortex intertwined, and an indescribable energy permeated the air above the battlefield. White Mitchell and the mysterious man combined their strength and made a concerted effort to counter the Black Wind Demon King.

Under the tremendous clash of forces, the entire battlefield began to tremble. The ground cracked, the dark clouds in the sky scattered, and it seemed as if the whole world was trembling.

White Mitchell could feel every cell in his body quivering, his heart pounding even harder. He knew that this battle would determine whether light or darkness would triumph.

Suddenly, a sharp shriek echoed across the battlefield. Accompanying it was a strong blade of wind, hurtling towards White Mitchell. He immediately realized that the Black Wind Demon King had unleashed the Shadow Tremor Wind Demon.

White Mitchell’s eyes flashed as he raised his hand, and a potent Qi Force like a roaring dragon and tiger lunged towards the trembling wind demon, crushing it. Mitchell’s gaze was cold as he clashed head-on with the Black Wind Demon King once again.

Their powers intertwined, causing a deafening boom. The entire battlefield seemed engulfed in severe unrest. Mitchell stood steadfastly amid the storm, his figure turning hazy with the flickering lightning.

The form of the Black Wind Demon King was as violent as a tempest, each attack exerting colossal pressure. However, Mitchell’s swordsmanship was incomparably swift. Each swing of his sword seemed to contain the power of the entire world. His movement technique was agile, his attacks shadowing his form, turning the incoming wind blades into nothingness.

The Black Wind Demon King grew increasingly furious, realizing that he was falling into Mitchell’s rhythm. He roared in anger, gathering more formidable Dark Energy, and transformed into a terrifying giant wolf.

Mitchell’s eyes flickered. He knew he must not underestimate the giant wolf before him. He quickly adjusted his combat tactics, transforming his swordsmanship into movement technique, nimbly dodging the giant wolf’s attacks. He transformed into a cunning white fox, entangled with the giant wolf.

The giant wolf opened its maw wide, attempting to swallow the white fox in one bite. But suddenly, a mysterious halo appeared behind Mitchell. The halo emanated a holy power, completely blocking the giant wolf’s attack.

Mitchell realized it was his Guardian Beast, the Blood Moon Bat, who had saved his life at a critical moment. His heart filled with gratitude, and his determination to defeat the Black Wind Demon King solidified further.

The fierce combat between Mitchell and the Black Wind Demon King lasted for a long time, with their power destructing the entire battlefield. Mitchell felt his physical strength nearing its limit, but he showed no signs of giving up. He knew he had to persist until the very end.

As Mitchell felt victory within his grasp, the Black Wind Demon King suddenly let out a deep grunt. Dark light erupted from his palms, aimed straight at Mitchell. Surrounded by the dark light, Mitchell appeared as if trapped in an endless darkness.

He felt the destructive force of the Dark Energy, cracks began to appear on his body, and his consciousness started to blur. However, his heart remained resolute; he knew he could not be swallowed by darkness. With the last vestige of his strength and his full power, he fiercely thrust his sword forward.

With every belief and determination of Mitchell propelled this sword strike, tearing apart the dark sky like a streak of lightning. As the sword touched the dark light, a strong counter-shock was produced immediately. The Black Wind Demon King’s palm was torn apart instantly, and the dark light vanished into thin air.

Mitchell emerged from the darkness; his body swaying slightly, but his gaze was filled with determination. The brash confidence of the Black Wind Demon King dissipated, as he knelt on the ground, a look of horror on his face. He couldn’t believe he had been defeated by a mere mortal.

“White Mitchell, you, a mere mortal, dare to defeat me, the Black Wind Demon King!” The Black Wind Demon King gritted his teeth, his voice full of boundless anger and resentment.

Mitchell scoffed, “Black Wind Demon King, you were born in darkness, raised in darkness, but you can never escape the shackles of darkness. But me, White Mitchell, was born to fight for the light!”

As his voice fell, a dazzling golden light exploded from his body, illuminating the entire battlefield. The golden robe on Mitchell’s body instantly tore apart, revealing a shining golden armor. A massive sword appeared in his hand, engraved with mysterious runes.

The Black Wind Demon King gaped at this scene, feeling the strong holy breath radiating from Mitchell. It rendered him immobile. Mitchell’s momentum rose to a new level; each of his steps seemed to tread on an invisible celestial path.

He raised his enormous sword, a brilliant golden light bursting from it as he directly charged at the Black Wind Demon King. A massive sword aura swept across the heavens and earth, creating an endless storm. Attempting to dodge this strike, the Black Wind Demon King struggled desperately, but nowhere could he hide.

He let out a mournful scream, his body surging with dark energy, trying his utmost to resist Mitchell’s sword aura. However, the resistance of the Black Wind Demon King was futile; Mitchell’s sword aura pierced his dark energy barrier, striking him directly.

The Black Wind Demon King let out a wretched scream, cleaved in half by the mighty sword and his blood instantly staining the battlefield red. His body burst into a cloud of dark fog, struggling as if in its final moments, resentfully fading into nothingness. As the Black Wind Demon King completely dissipated, the entire battlefield fell into a silence.

White Mitchell sheathed his colossal sword, and his golden battle armor gradually disappeared into the air. He looked at the spot where the Black Wind Demon King had dissipated, his visage still painted with a resolve. In this battle, he had conquered the Black Wind Demon King with his own strength, lifting the curse that plagued this region, freeing people from the control of darkness.

However, this was only the beginning of his victory over darkness. White Mitchell knew that in this world filled with demons, darkness was ever present, hiding at times and revealing itself at others. He decided to pass down his power and faith, to conquer darkness with light.

White Mitchell returned to his hometown, a small village that had been suppressed by the Black Wind Demon King for centuries. The villagers cheered and celebrated, feeling the power of light once again. White Mitchell shared his experiences and victories, imparting hope and courage.

He decided to create an organization of light, recruiting like-minded individuals to fight for it. This organization was called the “Messengers of Light”. Each of its members was bestowed with a special mission, to protect the realm of humans from the invasion of demons and to guard the light.

White Mitchell and the other Messengers of Light took up the mission of protecting peace and justice. They patrolled dangerous borders, exterminating demons and protecting people’s safety. Their reputation gradually spread, and more and more people joined their ranks, fighting together for the light.

However, not everyone supported the existence of the Messengers of Light, especially some demonic forces. Feeling that their freedom was restricted by the chains of light, they decided to unite and oppose the Messengers of Light. A great war between darkness and light was about to ensue.

Upon hearing this news, White Mitchell was not shaken. Without any hesitation, he decided to lead the Messengers of Light to confront the challenge of the demonic forces. He understood that only through the power of justice and bravery could the light forever exist.

The Messengers of Light were fully geared and marched toward the area where the dark forces were concentrated. This was a region where darkness and evil ran rampant, the entire territory covered in a dark miasma of the demons, without a trace of light. White Mitchell commanded the Messengers of Light, moving forward without hesitation.

When the battle broke out, a majestic battle hymn echoed across the skies. White Mitchell raised his massive sword, brandishing his sword-light, charging into the frontlines. His movements were quick and accurate, with each slash like lightning across the demons’ bodies, his overpowering momentum causing disarray among the demons.

The Messengers of Light scattered across various frontlines, engaging in intense confrontations with the demons. Their martial arts were superior, possessing various powerful spells and skills. They clashed with each demon, shedding sweat and courage with vigor.

A dazzling radiance emanated from them, shining a hopeful light in the dark territory.

“For the light, for justice!” White Mitchell’s voice thundered across the battlefield, inspiring the Messengers of Light to fight to the end.

The demonic forces exhibited formidable strength, each of them blessed with great agility, launching ferocious attacks. The demons belonged to different species, some with tremendous strength that could easily shatter boulders, others agile, sweeping across the battlefield like a gust of wind. Gathered as one, they formed a massive troop, putting immense pressure on the Messengers of Light.

The Messengers of Light showed no signs of retreating, instead, they bravely confronted the demons. They unleashed a variety of powerful attacks, continuously breaking through the demons’ defensive lines. The squadron led by White Mitchell engaged in intense battle with an invisible demon. This invisible demon had a formidable concealing ability, putting White Mitchell’s team in a passive situation.

White Mitchell gripped his mighty sword tightly, calmly pondering a countermeasure. Suddenly, he felt a cold wind approaching. Quickly dodging, he noticed the figure of the invisible demon appearing before him. White Mitchell thrust the tip of his sword into the demon’s chest, causing it to scream and fall to the ground. White Mitchell’s gaze was resolute, aware that only by defeating this demon could the tide of the battle be turned.

Under the leadership of White Mitchell, the Messengers of Light stood against the offensive of the demonic forces. They engaged in a desperate fight with the demons, leading to an intensely heated scene. The interchange of various spells and skills in the air composed a spectacular scene. However, the Messengers of Light, who were evidently at a disadvantage in terms of strength, were gradually suppressed by the demons.

White Mitchell felt a sense of urgency. He knew the Messengers of Light had to find a breakthrough to turn the tables. He called his troops to regroup and collectively brainstorm strategies to counter the demons. After much discussion, they finally found an opportunity to exploit.

At the center of the dark region stood a massive Dark Tower, the core of the demonic forces. The Light Messengers resolved to concentrate their efforts, targeting the Dark Tower in order to disrupt the command system of the demons.

Once the attack commenced, the massive Dark Tower was shrouded in the Light Messengers’ onslaught. White Mitchell decided to lead a team personally, challenging the uppermost tier of the Dark Tower. His giant sword transformed into a ray of light, cleaving through the obstacle of darkness and advancing upwards.

The interior of the Dark Tower was pervaded with a thick concentration of Dark Energy, making White’s movements extremely difficult. However, fueled by his courage and determination, he ascended step by step. On each level, he encountered various demons trying to obstruct him, but he steadfastly defeated each foe, advancing upwards.

Finally, White Mitchell arrived at the top tier of the Dark Tower. Here, the Dark Energy was strongest, and the demonic breath was suffocating. A huge demon stood before him, possessing powerful strength and ruthless attack. White Mitchell, without a hint of fear, gripped his giant sword firmly, issuing a resolute proclamation: “Light will conquer Dark!”

White Mitchell began a life-and-death struggle with the demon, his giant sword swinging around as forcefully as a tempest. Despite the relentless onslaught, the demon also forcefully counterattacked. The brutal fight raged for a while, with White Mitchell’s body covered in injuries, yet he gritted his teeth, refusing to back down.

The demon’s power seemed to grow, leading to an intense battle between White Mitchell and the demon. Their moves were quick and aggressive, the clashing sound of the sword against claws resounding loudly on the top of the Dark Tower. The demon’s body emanated a powerful Dark Energy, adding incredible pressure on White Mitchell.

Yet, White Mitchell did not get overwhelmed, instead, he derived an incredible strength. His body started to radiate dazzling light; the surrounding Dark Energy was dissipated, as if a force of light had infused into his body. His attack became more fierce, each slash and swing of his sword was filled with the resolve to annihilate the darkness.

White Mitchell entered a unique state where his thinking became clear and decisive. In his mind appeared mysterious, ancient runes and spells. He realized the source of these powers was his faith and perseverance towards the light. He understood that he had transcended from an ordinary Light Messenger to become the embodiment of the Light.

Under White Mitchell’s attacks, the demon gradually weakened, wounds appearing all over its body. White Mitchell’s giant sword glistened dangerously, striking a massive blow on the demon’s body. Finally, in a ferocious attack, White Mitchell ran his sword through the demon’s heart.

The demon let out a horrifying roar, the whole Dark Tower seemed to shudder slightly. But soon, the Dark Energy gradually dissipated, and an aura of light spread out. The demon’s body slowly tipped over, dissolving into a dark mist, leaving behind only a small puddle of black blood.

The Dark Tower began to collapse, and with the return of the Power of Light the entire region became bright. All the demons screamed, their strength rapidly diminishing. Seeing the demons’ weakness, the Light Messengers jointly launched their counterattack.

White Mitchell, his body covered in wounds, stood up, casting a determined gaze onto the battlefield. The vitality of the Light Messengers surged again, they collaborated and defeated the remaining demons. Finally, the dark region was once again overlaid with the power of light.

The distant sun started to peek out from the clouds, spreading light across the battlefield. Light Messengers cheered joyfully, the elation of victory filling their hearts. White Mitchell’s gaze swept across, his eyes catching the dazzling light radiating from each and every Light Messenger. These lights signified the righteousness and courage in people’s hearts and were symbols of the power of the Light.

After the victory celebration went on for a while, White Mitchell led the Light Messengers back to the City of Light. Their return was the victory march, receiving a warm welcome from the city dwellers who expressed their admiration and gratitude to the Light Messengers.

White Mitchell did not immerse himself in the joyous celebration, but rather carried on with his mission sense. He understood clearly that dark forces still lurked around the City of Light, ready to carry out an attack at any time. White Mitchell decided to continue leading the Light Messengers in safeguarding the City of Light, bringing more hope and justice to the people.

In the days that followed, White Mitchell and the Light Messengers accomplished mission after mission. Whether facing powerful demons or sinister dark forces, they fought fearlessly. White Mitchell led numerous brave Light Messengers, defending against the onslaught of darkness with the power of light, protecting the safety of the City of Light and its people.

Their figures flickered with dazzling light in the dark region, their presence left no place for darkness and fear to hide. Under the Light Messenger’s protection, people lived in the light of hope and justice. White Mitchell being deeply aware, only by sticking to faith, can one conquer the darkness, allowing Light to remain undying.