PNB Chapter 235 Layout
Chapter 235 Layout
The second, eerie, insulated clone moved like a ghost, its form unpredictable and elusive. It suddenly unleashed its chilling, bizarre magic, its target the self-important leaders.
The second, eerie, insulated clone began to move his hands rapidly, swaying gracefully like withered leaves in the wind. At the same time, beams of deep, dark light shot out from his palms, these beams like nimble venomous snakes, darting towards the leaders with lightning speed.
Upon seeing this, the leaders were terrified. Their eyes widened, their faces filled with fear and disbelief. They tried their best to avoid the overwhelming and aggressive corrosive power, but once the strange magic was activated, it clung to them like a persistent leech.
The moment the black light touched the bodies of the leaders, it spread rapidly like wildfire. It relentlessly devoured their bodies, enveloping them bit by bit, making escape impossible. Just as the leaders were about to be completely consumed, a holy light descended from the sky. Within the light, a figure faintly appeared—the Guardian Spirit Envoy had arrived. The Guardian Spirit Envoy waved its Purification Scepter, chanting incantations, and streaks of white light flew towards the source of the spreading black light.
The white light patterns, like agile dragons, clashed fiercely with the black light. They intertwined, like two giant pythons locked in a relentless battle, each collision sparking dazzling sparks and accompanied by a sharp, hissing sound that sent chills down one's spine.
Just then, the second of the Mysterious Insulation Clones sensed the arrival of the Guardian Spirit Envoy. He couldn't help but snort coldly, cursing inwardly, "These meddlesome fellows!" But he showed no sign of backing down; instead, he increased the output of his Mysterious Magic. In an instant, black light surged like a tidal wave, attempting to break free from the constraints of the white light patterns.
Faced with such a powerful offensive, the Guardian Spirit remained undaunted. He swung his Purification Scepter with a mighty sway, and a dazzling beam of holy light erupted from its tip. Simultaneously, a pair of enormous, snow-white wings unfurled from his back, radiating an aura of sacred inviolability. With the flapping of these wings, ever-increasing holy power surged forth like a burst dam, sweeping directly towards the black light.
With the continuous infusion of holy power, the battle gradually shifted. Those leaders who had been on the verge of death, corrupted by the black light, began to see their black aura slowly recede as if they had encountered their nemesis. Their bodies, previously shrouded in darkness, gradually revealed their true forms, and their pale faces slowly regained a sliver of color.
Seeing the unfavorable situation, the second of the eerie, insulated clones knew he couldn't reverse the defeat. Despite his resentment, he had no other choice. He could only glare hatefully at the guardian spirits and the rescued leaders before his figure blurred, transforming into a black shadow and swiftly disappearing into the surrounding shadows. Clearly, he wouldn't give up so easily; he was secretly gathering power, like a beast lurking in the darkness, silently waiting for the perfect opportunity to carry out his revenge.
As the chilling erosion drew to a close, the once arrogant and domineering leaders collapsed one after another, utterly drained of strength. The arrogance and conceit that had shone in their eyes had vanished without a trace, replaced by an abyss of despair. This despair was like a sharp, heavy hammer, relentlessly striking their hearts, threatening to shatter them into countless fragments at any moment.
The eerie, insulated clone number two stood silently in place like a cold sculpture, staring expressionlessly at the fallen leaders. Its eyes revealed not a trace of emotion, as calm as a stagnant pool. At this moment, a suffocating, deathly silence permeated the entire space, as if time itself had stopped flowing.
However, precisely at this moment of utter silence, a melodious and gentle flute tune, yet imbued with a mysterious and unfathomable power, suddenly resounded. The music began softly and gently, like ripples on a lake's surface stirred by a gentle breeze; then it gradually grew high-pitched and passionate, like the roar of crashing waves against a steep cliff. As this exquisite yet dangerous flute music drew closer, a figure dressed in strange attire slowly appeared in everyone's sight. This person seemed not to be from this world, but rather to have traveled from another distant and mysterious time and space. He stood there, like a god from ancient times descending to earth. His body was surrounded by a mysterious aura, radiating an ancient and exceptionally powerful aura. That aura was like a surging torrent, or an unfathomable abyss, inspiring awe in all who beheld him, even making their breathing cautious.
At this moment, a figure appeared not far away like a ghost. The person's face was ashen, and his eyes were as cold as ice. He stared straight at the strange, insulated clone number two in front of him and coldly uttered a sentence: "You have gone too far."
Upon hearing this, the second of the eerie, insulated clones slightly raised its head, a disdainful smile on its face, and replied, "They have committed countless evils, their hands stained with the blood of innocent people. This is the end they deserve!"
Upon hearing this, the newcomer frowned slightly, his voice still as cold as frost: "Everything in this world has its cause and effect, and everyone's fate is already predetermined. Even if these people have committed heinous crimes, it is not your place to arbitrarily decide their life or death." With that, he gently waved his flute, and a soft light shot out from the flute's holes, like a nimble white snake, swiftly enveloping the leaders lying on the ground, barely alive.
Bathed in this gentle light, the evil forces that had been eroding the bodies of the leaders began to recede slowly, like snow meeting the blazing sun. The leaders' previously contorted faces gradually returned to calm, and the breath of life returned to their bodies.
However, upon witnessing this, the second of the eerie, insulated clones coldly snorted, its figure instantly transforming into a streak of black lightning, charging towards the person with lightning speed. In an instant, a deafening roar resounded, and an extremely intense energy collision erupted between the two.
In an instant, light and darkness intertwined and entangled, creating a breathtaking scene. The surrounding space also began to distort violently under the impact of this terrifying energy, seemingly on the verge of collapsing and shattering at any moment.