148 Black Dragon Arkhan vs White Dragon Vortigern (II)

Vortigern, who had completely unleashed his power, stretched his body, and a crackling sound of bones resonated throughout his entire body.

"Let me tell you just how vast the gap between mortals and gods really is!"

The white bone wings behind him trembled slightly, and Vortigern shot out like a cannonball, leaving a long trail of afterimages in the air. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Arkhan. His fist, covered in white dragon scales, compressed the surrounding air, crashing down like a mountain.

Arkhan's black eyes remained calm. His right hand also clenched into a fist, meeting the incoming blow.

*BOOOM—!!!*

A deafening sound, earth-shattering, as if the whole world had trembled. The ground beneath them instantly collapsed, and a visible shockwave spread, lifting a cloud of sand into the air.

"DIE!"

Madness flickered in Vortigern's eyes as he swung his two fists, leaving indiscernible afterimages, a relentless onslaught towards Arkhan.

"Just you?! Not enough!"

Arkhan yelled and his gaze became colder. Like a surging sea, an overwhelming force flowed through his limbs. He swung his fists like lightning, repeatedly blocking Vortigern's attacks.

*BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!*

Continuous explosions echoed, and the terrifying shockwaves spread in all directions, tearing everything apart. The earth cracked, and the void trembled as if ancient gods were locked in a fierce battle.

This was a fated duel, a continuation of mythology. The Black Dragon representing the end of the Age of Gods faced the White Dragon symbolizing the Age of Gods. Using primal violence, they unleashed their most formidable powers.

"Gods are invincible!"

Vortigern roared to the sky, his golden eyes shining like the sun, aiming his punch at Arkhan's eyes, causing the latter to instinctively tilt his head.

Seizing this rare opportunity, Vortigern immediately lunged forward, sharp claws stabbing straight for Arkhan's heart.

But at this moment, a black shadow flashed before Vortigern's eyes.

*Splurt!*

Hot, steaming blood sprayed out. A horrifying black scar extended from Vortigern's left shoulder to his lower abdomen, almost tearing him apart.

"Tch, I thought this strike would finish you, didn't expect you to react that fast." Arkhan held a black spear in his hand, shrouded in substantial black mist, emitting a strong aura of death.

Vortigern's expression became slightly grave. He had never seen such a mysterious weapon.

"Is that your trump card?" Vortigern asked in a deep voice. "But it's useless. As long as my immortality persists, you can't kill me."

"Oh really?" Arkhan smirked, a curve forming at the corner of his mouth. "Then why don't you check if your injuries have healed?"

Vortigern immediately lowered his head, only to see that the narrow black scar showed no signs of restoration. A faint black mist enveloped it, completely blocking his immortality.

"This—!"

Vortigern's golden pupils suddenly contracted. Soon, he seemed to understand something and gazed at the black spear in Arkhan's hand.

It was the problem with that spear!

"Any injuries caused by this spear cannot be healed by anyone but me." Arkhan casually flipped Black Abyss. "Unless you're willing to sacrifice a bit of immortality in exchange."

This was one of the characteristics of Abyss Flower.

Anyone pierced by the power of Black Abyss could only rely on the power of White Flower or its complete form, Abyss Flower, for healing. No other power, including immortality, could cure it.

Even Merlin, when struck fatally by Abyss Flower in the past, had to choose to sacrifice a portion of his immortality to preserve himself.

There was no eternal life. Immortality, though robust, didn't mean one couldn't die. It was just that its regenerative ability was so powerful that the cost to wear it down completely was prohibitively high, hence the title 'immortal'.

A vivid example would be if Arkhan didn't use the Divine Key and fought Vortigern barehanded. He would need to destroy Vortigern thousands of times to deplete some of his immortality.

But, as with yin and yang, light and dark, the world naturally harbored forces specifically targeting immortality. Everything must be perfectly balanced, as all things should be.

However, compared to others, Black Abyss had a more superior ability in this regard, being a product outside the rules of this world.

"So, this is the ace up your sleeve you've been hiding?" Vortigern's voice deepened.

"Rest assured, I have many more tricks up my sleeve. I'll show them all to you later—if you can last that long, of course." Arkhan said lightly.

"Is that so? Let's see then, whether your trump card is more powerful or mine!"

Suddenly, Vortigern looked at Arkhan, his golden vertical pupils now turned into purple star pupils, emanating a mysterious and inexplicable power.

Arkhan instantly froze in place, unable to move a muscle. Gray-white traces climbed up from his lower body, turning him into a stone statue.

"I never said I could only use one god's power." Vortigern calmly spoke then waved his hand down. A thunderbolt crashed from the sky, shattering the stone statue of Arkhan into countless pieces.

"What a disappointment." Vortigern sneered. However, he suddenly noticed a crimson feather drifting in front of him.

"What's this?" Vortigern subconsciously stared.

At that moment, a cold killing intent suddenly surged from behind him!

A black spear emerged from the void, its dark tip instantly piercing through his armor and dragon scales, directly impaling his heart!

*Spurt—!*

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Vortigern felt deep astonishment in his heart.

'He didn't die!?'

Vortigern gritted his teeth, his face becoming as hideous as a devil. Madness flickered in his eyes as he grabbed the spear.

*BOOM! BOOM! BOOM—!!!*

Hundreds of thunderbolts, resembling divine punishment, relentlessly struck down one after another from the sky. The dazzling silver light made it impossible to open one's eyes, rendering the entire world a sea of thunder.

Ten minutes passed, and the terrifying atmosphere gradually subsided. The rough earth was filled with blackened traces everywhere.

Vortigern pulled out the black spear from his chest. A faint light flashed, and his body immediately returned to its original state, without any wounds.

His expression was hideous. A precious piece of immortality was wasted like this.

Vortigern looked at the black spear in his hand. Fortunately, he didn't leave empty-handed either.

"You're even more decisive than I imagined."

A familiar voice suddenly came from the void, and Arkhan's figure reappeared.

Earlier, Arkhan had used the power of Fenghuang Down to outsmart Vortigern, but the latter's reaction was swift and decisive. He immediately summoned thunderbolts to force Arkhan back.

Vortigern glanced around and saw no shattered stone fragments on the ground. With his experience, he quickly grasped the truth of the situation.

"Illusions even gods can't detect... Is this Merlin's ability?" Vortigern asked in a deep voice.

Arkhan smiled slightly, offering no response. But in Vortigern's eyes, this was undoubtedly an acknowledgment. Throughout Britain, only that unpredictable incubus could unleash illusions of this level.

'Damn incubus!' Vortigern cursed in his mind. 'Once I conquer Camelot, I'll make you pay!'

"Even with Merlin's illusions, what can you do?" Vortigern said coldly at Arkhan, raising the black spear in his hand. "Now that this spear is in my hands, how can you break my immortality?"

After finished speaking, Vortigern saw Arkhan draw a black-flamed sword from the void.

"When did you get the idea that I only have one weapon?" Arkhan said casually while raising his brows.

"..."

Even with his temperament, Vortigern couldn't help but feel the urge to curse again and again.

A weapon capable of breaking immortality, even in the Age of Gods, was extremely rare, and this bastard had another one!

However, watching Arkhan launch toward him, Vortigern could only quickly collect his thoughts and meet him head-on.

What followed was a tumultuous battle. Vortigern had considered using the black spear for combat. But pitifully, the spear showed no response, like a lifeless object.

Helplessly, he had to rely on his own strength to fight Arkhan.

Jizo Mitama's 'Corruption' was more challenging than Abyss Flower's 'Death'. Vortigern used three immortality before finally seizing an opportunity to take the black-flaming sword away from Arkhan's hand.

In this intense fight, Vortigern had become a miserable sight. His armor shattered, his clothes turned into tatters, and only the dragon scales on his body maintained his last dignity.

In contrast, Arkhan's appearance was much better—mainly because his armor was created from the Key of Domination.

"Not bad, old man! You do look a bit like a god now! Hahaha!" Arkhan laughed mockingly.

"Enjoy it while it lasts... Soon, I'll make you pay..." Vortigern's face was ice-cold, with a flicker of madness in his eyes. "Unless you can take out another weapon to fight me!"

There were fewer than ten weapons like this in the world. He didn't believe this bastard nephew could really pull out a third one!

"Since you put it that way, I'll grant your wish."

Arkhan took off the golden cross necklace around his neck and tossed it into the air casually. The necklace swelled and instantly transformed into a massive golden cross, standing tall on the earth.