Begin from the original form of torture and become immortal

Chapter 1256 Gods can also bleed!
Finally, in that decisive fistfight, Alora's fist collided violently with the iron fist of the Chakravartin. The air seemed to solidify at that moment, and time seemed to stand still.

There was an unyielding light in Alora's eyes, which was a struggle against fate and a challenge to power.

However, even though she had tried her best and even increased her strength to the limit, everything seemed so insignificant in front of the Chakravartin's steady and terrifying power that was like a mountain.

The fist of the Chakravartin was covered with an indescribable metallic luster, as if every inch of its skin had been tempered countless times and was extremely hard.

When these two forces collided, Alora's fist collapsed instantly as if it had encountered the most violent storm, and turned into tiny points of light. That was a sign that the energy in her body was dissipating out of control, like the brightest meteor in the night sky, but it disappeared into the endless darkness in an instant.

Fragments of energy flickered in the air, like unwilling tears, and eventually dissipated into the void, leaving behind silence. Alora's hands, the hands that had held hope and courage countless times, now became the deepest pain in her heart.

Bones and flesh mixed together to form a shocking picture, as if it was nature's punishment for those who challenged too much, reminding everyone who witnessed this scene of the limits and price of power.

Although the action of forces in physics is mutual, in the face of absolute power disparity, this principle seems to become less absolute.

The body of the Chakravartin seemed to be carved from immortal stone. Although he also suffered the reaction force, only a few hair-thin cracks appeared on his arms. For him, this was hardly even a superficial injury.

The corner of his mouth curled up into a sneer, which was a contempt for victory and disdain for the challenger.

"I am a true god. It is impossible for mortals to resist me!"

However, this smile did not last long, because his body was quietly changing.

Just as Alora's energy fragments dissipated, the blazing fire on the Chakravartin's body seemed to have found an outlet for venting. It spread rapidly like a greedy poisonous snake along the tiny cracks on Chakravartin's arms caused by the fist fight.

The karmic fire is a symbol of sin and the unresolved resentment deep within the soul. Once ignited, it cannot be easily extinguished.

One of the Chakravartin's arms quickly turned pitch black, as if it had been swallowed by the abyss. Then, with a dull bang, the arm turned into ashes and drifted away with the wind.

The spread of karmic fire did not stop. It continued to go along the broken part of the Chakravartin's arm and penetrated deeper into his body. Wherever it went, all life was destroyed. Even the Chakravartin's seemingly indestructible body was not spared.

The three arms turned into ashes one after another, and the back was covered with a large area of ​​black. Those were traces of erosion by karmic fire, foreshadowing the decline of the Chakravartin's power and the collapse of his body.

The sudden change made the Chakravartin's face turn pale in an instant, it was a despair that went beyond fear.

The erosion of the karmic fire and the pain of a broken arm made him scream miserably. He retreated repeatedly, and every step seemed to be an escape from some unspeakable horror.

He never thought that he, the true God who ruled over countless worlds, would one day face such a desperate situation.

His self-confidence and pride were completely shattered at this moment.

If he had not been injured, Alora's hellfire might have taken longer to find a breakthrough, but it was this insignificant scar that became the starting point of destruction.

"Gods can also bleed." Alora's voice rang in the ears of the Chakravartin, carrying with it a sense of pleasure and determination for revenge.

She seized the opportunity, and her hands, which had regained their strength, were like a storm, with dense fist shadows covering the Chakravartin.

The Chakravartin fought hastily, and although he was still powerful, he still showed many flaws under Alora's almost crazy attack.

Alora keenly caught one of the flaws, and she rushed towards the Chakravartin desperately, even at the cost of losing her other arm.

Her fist, with the sound of breaking wind, hit the face of the Chakravartin hard. At that moment, it seemed as if even the air was torn apart.

The face of the Chakravartin, which used to be the symbol of his pride and majesty, now had several clear cracks. Blood and scarlet fire intertwined together, forming a horrifying picture.

The karmic fire was like an invisible evil beast, violently biting the Chakravartin's cheek. The flames were not only extremely high in temperature, but also contained endless resentment and curses, as if they were going to devour his soul as well.

The flames spread rapidly, covering half of his face. The face of the Chakravartin appeared distorted and hideous under the reflection of the karmic fire. The dark flames seemed to have merged with his skin, twisting his once sacred and solemn face into that of a ghost from hell.

An unprecedented fear and anger surged in the heart of the Chakravartin.

He quickly mobilized all the energy in his body, trying to suppress the insidious flame with his divine power, but the karmic fire seemed to be incompatible with his power. Every time he suppressed it, it was like using sand to block a flood that had broken through the dam, and the effect was minimal.

Under the influence of this force, a faint golden light began to emerge around the body of the Chakravartin.

The golden light and the karmic fire intertwined together, forming a breathtaking picture.

The Chakravartin roared in pain, his body trembling constantly in the collision of golden light and karmic fire, as if he would collapse at any time.

After a difficult struggle, he finally managed to save his face from being completely devoured, but the darkness was like a brand that could never be erased and became his eternal shame.

Alora's arms were instantly shattered like fragile porcelain by the Chakravartin's thundering blow, but her body seemed to possess some incredible regenerative power. After just a moment's tremor, the two broken arms grew back at an astonishing speed, as if they had never been hurt.

Her eyes flashed with madness and hunger, like a combination of an enraged mad dog and a hungry wolf. She locked her eyes tightly on the Chakravartin, vowing to tear this prey apart completely.

The flames of hellfire swirled around her, adding a hint of hideousness and inviolability to her.

The Chakravartin was afraid of the pain brought by the karmic fire, and he also understood what Alora wanted to do. She wanted to destroy her own body so that this insidious fire could invade her body!

Therefore, he had to carefully avoid Alora's attacks, and every dodge was extremely cautious.

Alora's fists fell on the Chakravartin as densely as raindrops. Each punch contained enough power to blow up a universe, causing cracks to appear on the Chakravartin's seemingly indestructible body.

(End of this chapter)