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The stone floated in the air, swaying unsteadily, its structure severely damaged and looking as if it could collapse at any moment. However, the green flames entwined around it seemed to absorb its pain, growing stronger and more intense. The high-temperature steam finally finished erupting, but what followed was a Flame Barrier that once again coalesced around the stone's outer layer. The Flame Barrier was scorching and solid, serving as the stone's final defense.
Ironclad felt a tightness in his chest as he sensed the immense pressure emanating from the stone, but he also understood that he could not afford any hesitation. He decided to launch the attack first, aiming to deliver a fatal blow before the stone fully recovered. Gripping his sword tightly, he felt the tearing power on the blade respond to his urgency, swirling with even wilder energy.
However, the boulder seemed to realize that the battle could not be prolonged any longer. It suddenly spewed out two massive fireballs towards Ironclad. The fireballs were scorching and violent, with the air currents slicing through space, causing it to tremble. This time, Ironclad skillfully dodged them, his figure flashing past the fireballs and successfully evading the deadly attack. His movements were agile and decisive, showcasing the refinement he had gained from countless battles.
Yet, just as he avoided the attack, the sixth face of the boulder suddenly ignited with a sixth burst of green flames. The flames blazed fiercely on the surface of the boulder, each flame resembling a furious beast roaring in rage. With the ignition of the sixth flame, the boulder's power reached its peak; its aura became increasingly potent and dangerous, as if the green flames were signaling to Ironclad that its strength had ascended to a new realm.
Ironclad felt an unprecedented threat; he knew that the upcoming battle would be even more difficult and dangerous. He had to concentrate all his strength and prepare to face the final frenzied counterattack from the boulder.
Without hesitation, Ironclad launched another attack. His sword danced like the wind, each strike infused with wild and resolute power. He initiated a wild strike first, his blade slicing through the air with the force of thunder, aimed directly at the boulder. Then, without pause, he unleashed the Heavy Blade skill again. The blade collided violently with Flame Barrier, finally shattering the shield once more, and his sword successfully struck the boulder itself.
However, at that moment, the reaction of the boulder was beyond Ironclad's expectations. Its body, on the verge of collapse, suddenly began to spin rapidly, as if it were about to unleash all its power and fury. The green flames rolling over the boulder spread wildly with the rotation, and those flames seemed to emit bursts of sinister laughter from the dead, sending chills down one's spine.
As it spun, a powerful energy began to gather at the center of the boulder, a force so shocking that it made the very space seem to tremble slightly. Ironclad sensed an unprecedented danger; he knew he had to interrupt the boulder's attack immediately. He hurriedly swung his sword again, aiming to shatter the boulder before the energy could fully accumulate.
However, as the energy rapidly gathered, the burning sensation on Ironclad intensified painfully. Each wound felt as if it were on fire, and the pain made it nearly impossible for him to concentrate. But he knew he could not retreat at this moment; he gritted his teeth and endured the agony, a more determined light flashing in his eyes. His sword danced faster and wilder; he understood that only by eliminating the enemy before him could he put an end to this endless suffering.
As the energy at the center of the stone sharply concentrated, the burning sensation on Ironclad seemed to amplify countless times. Each scar felt as if countless searing flames were dancing within it, and every nerve ending transmitted excruciating pain to him. This pain was not just physical; it penetrated deep into his marrow, as if countless needles were stabbing at the depths of his soul. With each heartbeat, the flames raged violently in his wounds, and with every breath, it felt like inhaling scalding iron sand at a thousand degrees.
Every cell in his skin was screaming, and each wound felt as if merciless flames were licking at it. His blood seemed to be boiling, with every drop burning and each injury releasing scalding steam. His vision was blurred, only able to see the indifferent dance of green flames, hearing the buzzing of stones spinning and the tremors of energy gathering.
Yet, amidst this indescribable pain, Ironclad's will became even more resolute. His tearing ability was once again ignited; each painful stimulus strengthened him further. He could feel the power within him boiling wildly, every muscle showcasing a greater strength. His sword also seemed to sense his fury and power, becoming sharper and more resilient.
He gritted his teeth and puffed out his chest, dancing the sword faster and more fiercely. With each swing of the sword, he expressed his resistance to pain and his thirst for victory. His blade traced perfect arcs in the air, each strike causing the energy barrier of the stone to tremble. He knew that only by defeating the enemy before him could he end this endless suffering. With the strongest force of his life, he launched a fierce attack on the stone. Empowered by his tearing ability, each blow made the stone feel the approach of death; every drop of sweat and every drop of blood bore witness to his anger and pain.
In that moment, Ironclad seemed to sense the call of destiny. He knew that this was the crucial moment to end this brutal battle. Taking a deep breath, he concentrated all his strength into his legs and leaped up, directly jumping onto the burning stone.
When his foot stepped on the stone, the scorching flames immediately licked his boots, and he seemed to hear the sound of his skin burning in the flames. However, his mind was only focused on one clear purpose, which was to completely destroy the stone.
The flames on the stone seemed to sense his intention and burned even more wildly. The green flames were like demons from hell, wild and uncontrollable. Each tongue of flame was trying to devour his life, and every wave of heat was trying to burn his will.
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