Jared gave no chance to react. He drew the string to its full extent and leveled the bow at Radmus as a glint of ruthless resolve flashed across his eyes. “Die!”
The golden arrow leapt from the string, becoming a meteoric streak of light so fast that even space itself could not bind its flight.
Where it passed, golden flames trailed behind, igniting the air with crackling explosions.
Radmus dared not hesitate. He hurled out the blood-red coffin to serve as a shield before and poured every ounce of blood corpse power possessed into it.
The coffin swelled to several times its original size. Uncanny runes crawled across its surface, and a suffocating aura of death poured from the wood.
Boom!
The golden arrow slammed into the coffin and detonated, unleashing a blast even more terrifying than Dincellus’ self-destruction.
The coffin shuddered violently, the runes slowly shattered, and a deep crack split the lid. From that fissure, black blood corpse energy gushed in a mad torrent.
Radmus staggered back several steps. The blood corpse scales peeled from his arms, exposing the pallid flesh beneath. Yet, though the Divine Bow arrow was unimaginably powerful, it still failed to demolish the blood-red coffin entirely, and it certainly did not so much as scratch Radmus.
Radmus coughed a few times and wiped the thin smear of blood from the corner of his mouth. A venomous gleam flashed across his eyes.
“Very good, Jared! You’ve succeeded in enraging me!”
Jared lowered his gaze to the Divine Bow in his grip, the bowstring, once luminous, had grown noticeably dim, clear proof that the previous shot had consumed a tremendous amount of his marked aura.
He understood all too well that, mighty though the bow might be, it could not swiftly finish off Radmus, who had been possessed by the blood corpses. Besides, could not wield its full power for any length of time.
“What do we do, Jared?” Jhaelyn asked, anxiety written across face.
Jared clenched his jaw, an iron resolve settling in his dark eyes.
Only one path remains… l must invite Mr. Vermilion to possess me once more. My body is finally strong enough to endure most of his strength… With that power, Radmus will be nothing but an ant beneath my heel.
“Mr. Vermilion!” Jared called.
“Is it finally my turn to show up?” Vermilion Demon Lord asked with a languid yawn.
“I can’t handle this guy. Please, take down,” Jared said.
The moment the words left his lips, Vermilion Devil Flame blazed to life again, a tyrannical force erupted from his elixir field and swept through every inch of his body in an instant.
His hair lifted though no wind stirred, transforming into incandescent scarlet strands. His eyes darkened to pure obsidian, twin devil flames dancing within each pupil.
Vermilion Demon Lord’s voice echoed in his mind, both teasing and exhilarated. “Hahaha, at last I can stretch my limbs again. Let me see what this blood corpse can really do!”
As Vermilion Demon Lord’s power flooded in, Jared’s aura multiplied several-fold. The demonic aura radiated clashed in midair with Radmus’ blood corpse energy, whipping the sky into a violent, swirling maelstrom.
He raised the Dragonslayer Sword once more. This time, the blade was no longer green, 3 sheet of blazing devil flame coated the steel, and the ornate patterns along its edge seemed alive, exhaling ribbons of demonic aura.
“Mr. Gallegos,” growled, his voice, now low and hoarse, carried Vermilion Demon Lord’s imperious weight. “Have you prepared yourself to meet your doom?”
Radmus stared at the transformed Jared, who looked like a completely different being, and, sensing an aura no weaker than his own, the face dominated by the blood corpses finally showed genuine fear.
He knew the youth before was the true threat.
“Die!” Jared struck first.
His figure flickered and vanished, and in the next heartbeat, reappeared before Radmus, bringing the Dragonslayer Sword down in a world-scorching arc of devil flame.
