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The power of the Awakener seemed to grow stronger as Ironclad's abilities continued to enhance. Its eyes sparkled with a green light, crouching on all fours, with a finely crafted ritual dagger embedded in its chest. It let out piercing shrieks, each accompanied by a wave of dark energy that spread outward.
Ironclad sensed the evil energy flowing from the Awakener, but he did not feel fear. He understood that this was not just a battle for survival; it was also the key to breaking the curse of the Spire. He gripped his sword tightly, steadying his mind, preparing for an even more intense fight.
The Awakener suddenly lunged at Ironclad, its movements as swift as lightning, leaving no time for reaction. Its claws, infused with dark energy, sliced through the air, aiming directly for Ironclad's throat. In an instant, Ironclad responded, twisting the tip of his sword to block the Awakener's attack. He felt a tremendous force surge from the blade, nearly knocking the sword from his grasp.
He gritted his teeth and counterattacked the Awakener. Each strike of his sword was fueled by his hatred and determination against the curse of the Spire. However, the Awakener's power was truly formidable; each assault pressed heavily upon Ironclad. Waves of dark energy continuously crashed against his sword, each impact sending deep pain coursing through him.
The Awakener let out another piercing shriek, a sound that seemed to penetrate the soul and instill deep fear. But Ironclad was filled only with unwavering determination; he knew he could not back down. He swung his sword once more, engaging in fierce combat with the Awakener. With each dance of the blade and every clash, he felt himself drawing closer to the truth.
Seizing the moment after the Awakener's attack, Ironclad quickly rolled to the side and stretched his muscles slightly. He felt the painful marks on his body occasionally stabbing at his chest; however, this pain was like adrenaline, fueling him with even more strength. In an instant, he regained the rhythm of his body and launched a counterattack.
He first threw a powerful uppercut at the Awakener, his fist cutting through the air with a whistling sound as it struck the Awakener's chin, causing its head to tilt back slightly. In that moment, the Awakener's piercing shriek suddenly ceased, silenced by Ironclad's solid punch.
Then, he followed up with a leap, executing a high flying kick aimed at the Awakener's head. His toes made a sharp whooshing sound as they hit the Awakener's face, delivering a heavy blow that caused it to stagger back slightly. The Awakener was struck hard, and a momentary surge of pain flashed a hint of fear in its eyes.
But Ironclad did not give it a chance to breathe. He leaped forward, swinging the heavy blade in his hand with thunderous force, striking the Awakener fiercely. The power of the heavy blade was immense, and the sword cut deep into the Awakener's body, intertwining with dark blood and producing dazzling sparks. The Awakener's black blood splattered everywhere, and each drop that hit the ground seemed to mock its helplessness.
The Awakener let out a wretched scream, the intense pain causing it to momentarily lose control. That scream seemed to come from the depths of hell, shaking the entire battlefield. Ironclad knew this was the best opportunity to defeat it. He withdrew the blade, dark blood sliding down its length and dripping onto the ground with a splashing sound.
The Awakened let out a loud wail, a cry filled with despair and pain that shook the entire space. Ironclad seized the opportunity and unleashed Fiend Fire. He took a deep breath, concentrated all his strength, clenched his hands tightly, and then opened them. A powerful demonic fire surged from his hands, the flames surrounded by a black aura, as if they were infernos rising from the depths of hell.
The flames fiercely burned the Awakened's fur, and its scream instantly reached a new height of agony. The Awakened struggled in the fire, trying to escape the raging flames, but the power of Fiend Fire was too strong; it could hardly resist.
The fur of the Awakener was charred black in the flames, emitting a terrible stench, every inch of its skin twisted under the devouring fire. Its form appeared incredibly fragile and small amidst the flames. It struggled to escape the encirclement of fire, but each attempt drained its strength even more severely.
As the Fiend Fire surged, Ironclad felt the combat memories collected from the tower being consumed by the flames, each memory vanishing in the fire like snow melting under the scorching sun. However, these burned combat memories were not without purpose. The Charon's Ash hanging at his waist seemed to be activated by some ancient and mysterious power amidst the burning of these memories.
The gray of Carong trembled, and suddenly, a powerful force of darkness surged out from the bag. This force carried the chill of the underworld and the breath of death, and it directly struck the Awakener at a soul-shaking speed. Awakener struggled helplessly on the ground, its body already exhausted from the burning of the Fiend Fire, unable to resist any longer.
The power of the underworld instantly hit Awakener, causing its body to tremble violently with each shock, making its screams more and more piercing. Cracks began to appear in Awakener's body under the erosion of the underworld power, and its dark energy seemed so weak in the face of this force.
The Awakener lay on the ground, motionless, seemingly defeated by Ironclad's powerful attack. Ironclad stood beside the Awakener's body, his sword hand still trembling, a testament to the intensity of the recent battle. He felt every muscle in his body screaming in pain, each wound reminding him of how difficult this fight had been.
He temporarily closed his eyes, trying to calm himself, regulate his breathing, and dispel the fear and exhaustion within him. However, just as he let his guard down slightly, a green light suddenly flickered within the Awakener's body. This light continued to expand until the Awakener's entire form was enveloped in a green glow.
Ironclad suddenly opened his eyes, realizing something was wrong. He immediately drew his sword, watching the corpse of the Awakener warily. The green light grew stronger, as if some powerful force within the Awakener's body was stirring, trying to break free and erupt once more.
He felt a tremendous sense of pressure emanating from the Awakener's corpse, a terrifying power that came from the depths of darkness. He knew that the Awakener might not have truly been defeated but was instead preparing to unleash an even greater power.
At that moment, the body of the Awakener suddenly shook violently, and a green light burst out, forming a powerful halo that surrounded the Awakener. The body of the Awakener slowly floated up under the influence of the halo, its eyes opened again, and the green light shimmered in its eyes.
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