When 'God' Decides To Start Over-Chapter 920 - 358: Battle
The Red Cast Spirit, disregarding its damaged body, rapidly charged towards the Judgment Angel, attacking with ghostly swiftness.
The Judgment Angel’s body technique was equally swift, with two light shadows moving quickly across the sky.
The Red Cast Spirit couldn’t hit the Judgment Angel at the moment and couldn’t use light energy for long-range attacks either, so it could only get closer at high speed, hoping to grab hold of him and siphon off his light energy.
The Judgment Angel was completely different; no matter where he sliced with his Holy Light Sword, a sword mark would appear on the Red Cast Spirit, as if it was destined to bear injuries the moment the Holy Light Sword was unleashed.
"Is this also the power of cause and effect? With such capability, Commander Li has no chance of winning at all," Old Jia exclaimed in shock.
This kind of attack was truly invincible: no matter where you were, whether or not the sword could hit you, you’d be injured—utterly unsolvable.
"Whether or not it’s the power of cause and effect depends on interpretation," the President said, hinting at something.
Old Jia didn’t understand, nor did the President explain further.
"In just about a year’s time, you’ve come so far on the path of a Trial Taker. Even though I thought highly of you, I’m still a bit surprised. Sadly, Trial Taker is ultimately not like the Magic Armor Master, a profession relying solely on talent. No matter how excellent your abilities, you still need time and resource accumulation. This isn’t your path: you’re on a long journey you can’t continue on. Why must you stand against me?" Guan Jinghao sighed.
"I’m just walking my own path, never thinking of standing against anyone; it’s just that our paths happen to be opposing," Li Xiu stated, expressionless as he watched the constantly wounded Red Cast Spirit.
"If that’s the case, why not choose a different path?" Guan Jinghao asked.
"Because, as you said yourself, some people are born stubborn, always seeing themselves as the protagonist of the world. Since I’m the protagonist of this world, then the path I choose is naturally the right one—why should I change?" As Li Xiu’s words fell, the battlefield situation suddenly changed.
The Red Cast Spirit was riddled with wounds from the Judgment Angel’s slashes, and blood-colored light energy was gushing out everywhere in the sky.
Seemingly on the verge of collapse, the Red Cast Spirit underwent some unknown change: those blood-red energies, scattering through the air, behaved like living creatures, like tadpoles searching for their mother, converging towards the Red Cast Spirit.
As the blood-red energy surged into its body, the wounds on the Red Cast Spirit immediately healed, as if it had an Undying Body.
The Red Cast Spirit stopped dodging, letting the Judgment Angel’s Holy Light Sword slash onto its body. Each strike left deep sword marks, and every sword carried out massive bursts of blood-red light energy.
But in the next second, the blood-colored energy returned to the Red Cast Spirit’s body, making its wounds instantly heal.
The Red Cast Spirit, wearing a sinister grin, its mouth full of jagged teeth, advanced towards the Judgment Angel step by step, enduring the Holy Light Sword’s attacks.
"What incredible regenerative power! Commander Li’s cast spirit is genuinely like an Undying Body," Old Jia rejoiced, hoping for Li Xiu’s victory at heart.
"That’s not regenerative power; it wouldn’t reach that degree. It’s absolute control over energy. Every light energy particle on that cast spirit has reached a level of perfect control; no matter how wounded its body, even if it’s split apart, as long as the light energy particles aren’t destroyed, they can return to where they belong," the President remarked appreciatively. "It truly is a strong cast spirit. Seemingly ordinary, yet it holds the most fundamental power. Is this the benefit of the Light Planting Spirit Casting?"
Guan Jinghao slightly frowned as the Judgment Angel’s attacks turned more terrifying, with the Holy Light Sword swiftly slashing like a net, inflicting countless wounds on the Red Cast Spirit’s body.
But it was to no avail; the Red Cast Spirit dragged its injured body, still grinning sinisterly, as it rapidly approached the Judgment Angel, closing the gap more and more.
The speeds of the two cast spirits were almost comparable—one didn’t need to dodge, the other only could dodge—inevitably closing the distance between them.
Suddenly, the light from the Holy Light Sword in the Judgment Angel’s hand flared brightly, transforming into the Heaven-Slaying Blade, sweeping across from the sky.
Like a long white rainbow in the moonlight, it rushed swiftly into the distance.
The Red Cast Spirit’s head was directly sliced off, yet its headless body had already embraced the Judgment Angel.
The severed head flew back to its severed neck, still bearing that wicked grin, with the whole body tightly pressed to the Judgment Angel.
Where the Judgment Angel’s body touched the Red Cast Spirit, light energy uncontrollably surged towards the Red Cast Spirit, making its internal light energy stronger.
The light energy from the Judgment Angel’s body flared repeatedly, even resorting to pounding the Red Cast Spirit with its hands, all to no avail: injuries meant nothing to the Red Cast Spirit. Instead, the Judgment Angel’s internal light energy was continuously being drained.
Boom!
A bizarre light appeared on the Judgment Angel, pristine white and pure as an explosion, forcefully shaking the Red Cast Spirit’s body away, severing its opportunity to absorb light energy.
