Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 887 Pure White Devil

Seeing this, Dante curled his lips into a sneer.

He knew that Virgil's spatial ability was strong, but not invincible. With his precise control of magic and accumulated combat experience, he quickly adjusted his posture, holding the sword tightly with both hands, ready to meet Virgil's next attack. However, Virgil's attack was more bizarre and unpredictable than he expected.

The silvery-white blade lights intertwined in the air to form an impenetrable net. Each blade accurately avoided Dante's defense and left shocking scars on his body.

Although Dante's body was cut, his fighting spirit was even stronger. He seemed to feel no pain, and he continued to swing the sword vigorously.

However, this battle was not without its ups and downs.

Dante's magic sword Dante and Vergil's Yama Sword collided violently again. The two completely different magic powers intertwined and collided in the air, erupting with a deafening roar.

The air waves spread out like a tide, tearing the surrounding void into pieces. Dante and Virgil were also shocked by this powerful force and retreated repeatedly, but their eyes became more determined and their fighting spirit became higher.

At this moment, Virgil suddenly used his unique skill - space travel.

He used the power of the Yama Sword to move freely through the cracks in the surrounding space, as if he had become the controller of space.

His figure moved left and right, forward and backward, making it difficult for Dante to grasp his true location.

Dante was not to be outdone, he quickly adjusted his state and concentrated on sensing Virgil's movements. He knew that in order to defeat Virgil, he had to find his weakness and give him a fatal blow.

"Hmph, Dante, you may be powerful, but you are too impatient."

Virgil's voice was cold and calm, as if he had everything under control. As soon as he finished speaking, he appeared on Dante's side like a ghost, and the Yama Blade suddenly slashed upward with the power to tear apart space.

Seeing this, Dante laughed instead of getting angry, with a hint of madness flashing in his eyes. He shouted loudly, and the magic power in his body boiled. The scarlet phantom sword instantly expanded and turned into a huge blood-red sword light, directly meeting Virgil's attack.

Two completely different magical powers collided in the air, causing a deafening roar, as if the heaven and earth were changing color at this moment.

The air waves spread out in all directions like a tide, and wherever they passed, space was distorted and dust rose up.

Dante and Virgil retreated under the impact of this force, but the expressions on their faces became more resolute and the fighting spirit in their eyes became more intense.

"Come on, Virgil, let's prove everything with this battle!"

As Dante roared, the magic power in his body began to boil. Under his control, the Phantom Sword turned into blood-red sword beams flying all over the sky. Each sword beam contained enough power to tear the void.

This was not only a visual feast, but also an extreme challenge for Virgil. The sword beams poured down like a torrential rain, interweaving into an impenetrable net, attempting to trap Virgil in it and completely destroy his defense.

However, Virgil was not someone who could be easily defeated. A cold smile appeared on his lips, and the Yama Blade seemed to come alive in his hand. Every time he swung it, the space twisted and cracks spread.

The deep blue blade light was like a gaze from the abyss, making people feel fearful.

"Dimensional Slash, Absolute!"

Virgil groaned, his voice was soft but full of unquestionable majesty. His figure flashed and he disappeared from the spot, leaving behind only a series of afterimages and gradually closing space cracks.

Then, two deep blue demons jumped out from two different dimensions. They were in tune with Virgil and together they wove this movement of death. The two demons, one on the left and one on the right, were like Virgil's mirror images. The swords in their hands also shone with a deep blue light, echoing the Yama Sword.

They surrounded Dante, forming a huge hemispherical space. In this space, time seemed to slow down and the air became heavy.

Dante could feel that he was imprisoned in a cage made of deep blue magic power. The silver-white sword energy around him surged like a tide, and every blow was enough to make him feel unforgettable pain.

Thighs, arms, chest, back, each cut was colder and more deadly than the last.

"Dante can't do it!"

Nero said anxiously.

Luther naturally knew that Dante was not capable of this. After all, he was missing the stage in the original plot where he was in a coma for a month and was continuously provided with magic power by the magic tree.

Not to mention that Virgil also gained the magical power of transforming the blood of tens of thousands of people.

His strength far exceeds that of his original self.

Dante falls from the sky and Virgil chases after him.

The blade of the Yama Sword pierced out from the crack in space. However, at this moment of life and death, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared in the sky.

A pure and spotless white light, like the first ray of sunlight at sunrise, penetrated the thick clouds and dense haze, illuminating the battlefield shrouded in darkness.

This light not only dispelled the gloom and despair around, but also foreshadowed the arrival of an extraordinary being - the real devil Luther, with his unparalleled majesty and power, officially stepped into this fateful showdown.

Luther's appearance seemed like a provocation to the rules of this world. He was tall, and every inch of his skin was covered with pure white scales and keratinized skin. These scales sparkled with holy light under the light, which was both a symbol of his power and an ode to his pure soul.

On his head stood sharp bones and inverted horns. They were not only weapons for fighting, but also a symbol of his evolution to the pinnacle as a demon, declaring that Luther had transcended the constraints of the mortal world and stepped into the realm where gods and demons were intertwined.

What is even more eye-catching is the four pure white wings behind him that look like dragon wings. Whenever he flaps them gently, a gust of wind is brought up, sweeping away the dust and smoke around.

This is not only a means of flying, but also a symbol of his identity and status. When he soars in the sky, he is like a god descending to earth, exuding inviolable majesty and sacredness.

The magic sword Luther in Luther's hand also underwent a transformation. The sword body was no longer cold metal, but turned into pure and flawless white light, like a lightsaber that could cut off all vanity and evil in the world.

The tip of the sword lightly tapped, and the air seemed to be purified by its holy power, leaving behind a series of gorgeous sword marks, proving Luther's strength and determination that should not be underestimated.

"Leave the rest of the battle to me."

Luther's voice is involuntarily convincing.

He stood in the center of the battlefield, declaring with a domineering attitude that the end of this battle would be decided by him.

(End of this chapter)