The two in the sky, relying on emblems that surpassed the power of magic, unleashed their ultimate speed to engage in a "competition".
The archers were unable to aim at the Demon Lord and were also afraid of accidentally injuring Philsa and Sherry.
Thus, they had no way to begin and could only strain their eyes to watch the two sides chase each other across the sky.
Despite the Demon Lord's lightning-fast movements, like a white meteor, Sherry still held the advantage in speed. Gradually, the two widened the distance between them.
Realizing this, the Demon Lord slowed down his excessively high speed and shifted his target. With a lightning-fast turn, he launched a meteor attack on the unsuspecting archers.
The white figure circled in a large arc, weaving through most of the archers. When the Demon Lord stopped in mid-air, his longsword was covered in sticky blood.
In an instant, blood filled the sky. Nearly half of the archers were pierced by the demon lord who charged with his longsword and died instantly.
After gushing copious amounts of blood from their fatal wounds, they plummeted from the jagged rooftops. Shirley, witnessing this horrific scene from the air, couldn't help but gasp in horror.
As the bloody atmosphere permeating the battlefield gradually faded from mid-air, the sky darkened.
The white light emanating from the Demon Lord dissipated into the air as he gradually descended to the ground, but unexpectedly, the light of the emblem on the back of his hand did not diminish.
It is estimated that he still retains the strength to fight for a period of time.
But Sherry was anxious, knowing her crest's time limit was approaching. If she didn't defeat the Demon Lord before then, the victory would be lost.
She prayed that Olina and Fang Ente would arrive at the battlefield before her emblem power disappeared.
With all his actions and moves, the Demon Lord Frederick had intimidated all the soldiers present. He looked around, switched his sword-wielding hand to his left, and prepared to draw his sword in an iaido stance.
Unaware of the power of this sword technique, the swordsmen seized the opportunity to surge forward.
The sky was gradually darkening.
As the two swordsmen approached the Demon Lord, the shadow of a coiled dragon appeared in a two-meter radius around the Demon Lord.
The Dragon's Shadow released extremely strong magical energy fluctuations, stirring up the solidified air and resisting everyone's approach.
This was not an effect of the Demon Lord's magical martial arts, nor was the Panlong a summoned creature. This was an unexpected situation that the Demon Lord could not have foreseen. At this moment, his ice emblem reacted, its white light flickering and extremely unstable.
The Demon Lord maintained his Iaijutsu stance, gazing up at the strangely altered sky.
The curtain of heaven was twisted by an unknown external force.
Sherry led Philsa to a high place where the Demon Lord couldn't catch up for the time being, and they stayed there to rest. She gently laid the heavily injured Philsa down, trying to avoid causing him any more pain.
He looked extremely distressed due to the pain and the sudden surge of magical energy.
Sherry noticed the strange changes extending to her surroundings.
The dilapidated landscape of the ice sculpture city was affected by some inexplicable magic, and the broken walls and ruins gradually crumbled into countless tiny fragments that kept rising upwards.
It was as if they were being lifted up by an unknown force, unable to resist. The ravaged battlefield presented a scene of impending doom.
The cold wind, which seemed ominous to both the Demon Lord and the Knights, continued to howl.
After careful consideration, the Demon Lord finally figured out the true nature of the dragon's magic, which was powerful enough to awe all things.
"The Holy Sword of Extreme Ice? Danlith... Could it be that you are about to descend upon the world once more?"
The swords in the hands of all the dual swordsmen trembled incessantly, even the Demon Lord's longsword was no exception.
Why is this happening?
This was not only a question for the Demon Lord, but also a question for everyone present who experienced the magical fluctuations.
The Demon Lord immediately thought of the existence of the Demon Clan's Holy Temple, "Silver Dawn Palace".
The strange phenomenon we encountered today is not only related to the Frost Sword, but should also be related to Elfons.
At this point, the Demon Lord decided to retreat and had to abandon his original plan to purge his own kind and annihilate the Knights.
However, the knights' soldiers did not want to let the enemy go easily.
The remaining archers regained their fighting spirit and fired their arrows at the enemy;
The two swordsmen also guarded the enemy's retreat route.
Facing the army of knights, the Demon Lord remained calm and composed. His crest shone brightly once more, and he assumed the Iaijutsu stance again. Extreme ice magic gathered, accumulating destructive power, its momentum becoming even faster and fiercer.
Sherry instinctively felt fear at the demonic martial arts technique that the Demon Lord was about to unleash.
At that moment, the only thought in her mind was "protecting Firsa".
Trusting his intuition, he pushed his own emblem to its limits and once again erected the Wind Barrier.
Before the other knights even realized the Demon Lord was about to make his move, the Demon Lord had already drawn his true blade, along with the accumulated sword energy.
A shockwave of sword energy, exploding like lightning, spread at the speed of light. Those struck by the energy were already covered in blood before they even realized they had been hit. The frozen city was reduced to scattered silver dust particles carried by the wind.
Those struck by the "Sword Draw" shockwave were all killed, and large amounts of blood continued to flow. Fortunately, she used the last bit of her crest's power to block the shockwave and became a survivor.
However, the two people still inevitably fell into the shattered building due to the collapse.
Neither she nor Firsa sustained serious injuries.
The blinding light of the midnight sun dissipated, and the Demon Lord had vanished without a trace.
Sherry, having exhausted both her crest power and magic, knelt on the ground.
She neither knew nor could she know why the Demon Lord had suddenly left, sparing the two of them.
The thought lingering in her mind at this moment was: she and Philsa had escaped the clutches of the Demon Lord.
Thinking of this—Firsa was seriously injured and unconscious, and all his comrades who had helped him were wiped out—the complex emotions in his heart condensed into tears.
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