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The Awakener slowly stood up, its charred raven feathers burned by the Fiend Fire gradually regrowing, each feather seemingly infused with dark power, appearing even darker and more resilient. They quivered slightly in the air, as if absorbing the surrounding shadows. Ironclad stood not far away, clearly sensing the powerful and malevolent force within the Awakener gradually restoring itself—a chilling power from the abyss, as if countless vengeful spirits were howling.
The Awakener used its forelimbs to slowly pull out the sacrificial dagger embedded in its chest, a spray of blood erupting instantly. The blood traced eerie arcs in the air, swirling like living snakes before falling onto the cold ground. It flowed across the surface, seemingly following some mysterious pattern, forming a strange ritualistic design. This design resembled ancient and malevolent runes, shimmering with a cold green light on the ground, as if summoning some ominous force.
As the ritual patterns formed, the Awakeners body began to change. Its muscles became tighter and stronger, each muscle seemingly infused with dark power, turning into dark steel. The entire body was enveloped in a faint green light, which seemed to contain endless malice and destructive power.
Ironclad widened his eyes; he knew that the Awakener was absorbing some kind of evil power to enhance its physical form. He realized he could not wait any longer; he had to find a way to defeat it before the Awakener fully recovered. Gripping his sword tightly, he took a deep breath, determined to leave no room for retreat in the upcoming battle.
He quickly contemplated the battle strategy while vigilantly observing every move of the Awakener. The Awakener stood fully upright, its eyes filled with coldness and murderous intent, fixating intently on Ironclad as if calculating the timing for its next attack. Surrounding its body, the strange ritual patterns seemed to spin continuously, as if absorbing the Awakener's resentment and power, transforming them into an even stronger evil force.
The Awakener widened its eyes, a bizarre green light shooting out from them. It let out a deafening shriek that shook the entire battlefield. This scream seemed to contain endless hatred and suffering, overwhelming the spirit with an unbearable sense of pressure. Ironclad felt a powerful shockwave erupting from the Awakener's mouth, knocking him off his feet and sending his body uncontrollably flying backward.
The Awakener seemed completely consumed by rage, charging forward with a sacrificial dagger, wildly and chaotically slashing. Each strike was filled with intense killing intent, the blade slicing through the air and creating a series of breathtaking storms. Ironclad struggled to evade the Awakener's attacks but ultimately was struck by a blow, crashing heavily to the ground.
The Awakener showed no mercy, its bird-like foot pressing down hard on Ironclad's chest, pinning him firmly to the ground. Ironclad felt a sharp pain in his chest, making it difficult to breathe. The Awakener's eyes were filled with madness and hatred as it threw back its head and let out a piercing shriek. Dark energy surged from its mouth, forming a wave of darkness that rushed toward Ironclad.
Ironclad struggled with all his might, trying to break free from the suppression of the Awakener, but the Awakener's power was too overwhelming, leaving him nearly immobile. Amidst the dark, piercing shrieks, it seemed as if countless vengeful souls were crying out, swirling in the air and forming dark whirlpools that devoured all surrounding light.
The Awakener's bird-like claws pressed tightly against Ironclad, while its sacrificial dagger swung wildly, each strike aimed at Ironclad's head with the intent to behead him. Despite the despair, Ironclad remained calm; he deftly moved his head, narrowly avoiding blow after blow. Each time the dagger came down, it whistled past his ears, carrying the scent of death. He knew that a moment's carelessness could lead to his demise at the hands of the Awakener.
The dangerous situation put Ironclad under unprecedented pressure, yet there was no fear in his eyes, only resilience and anger. He could not fall here; he had a mission to complete. Taking a deep breath, he concentrated all his strength and then let out a fierce roar.
His roar contained a powerful shockwave, spreading rapidly like an invisible ripple. Awakener clearly felt the force of this shockwave; its bird-like feet were slightly lifted, and its body was involuntarily thrown backward. In mid-air, Awakener frantically waved its small knife, seemingly trying to resist the force of the shockwave, but ultimately it was still sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground.
Ironclad seized the opportunity, suddenly rolling to the side and breaking free from Awakener's grasp. He stood up, feeling an unprecedented surge of power coursing through his body. A determined light flickered in his eyes; he knew this was the perfect moment to strike back.
As Awakener was momentarily weakened by the shockwave, Ironclad did not hesitate for a second. He once again summoned the demonic power within him, and it seemed as though he was enveloped in a layer of searing flames. Wild battle intent burned in his eyes; he understood that this was an excellent chance, and he had to deliver a fatal blow before Awakener could recover.
He summoned all his strength and leaped forward, crashing violently into the Awakener. He delivered a wild strike. His great sword sliced through the air, creating a fierce blade wind that slashed toward the Awakener's body. Under the relentless assault of the sword wind, a deep wound was carved into the Awakener's body, and black blood gushed out instantly.
Then, Ironclad charged forward without looking back, slamming his head into the Awakener. The impact was brutal, striking directly against the Awakener's head. The tremendous force caused the Awakener's head to tilt backward, leaving him momentarily unable to react.
The blow not only caused Awakener to feel pain, but also triggered a slow recollection of battle memories in Ironclad's mind. He felt an unprecedented power flowing within him. He tightened his grip on the great sword once more and swung it fiercely at Awakener without hesitation.
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