Holt stepped forward again, raising the secret sword high and slashing it down with thunderous force. The Regent's eyes widened with anger, his own ether surged, and the surrounding space wriggled strangely, mercilessly squeezing the Regent's body.

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The mirror world flipped again, but this time, Holt was not swallowed into the mirror world, only the regent hid in the reflection world.

The strike of the thunder failed and penetrated the air and the earth. In an instant, the earth under Holt completely collapsed, as if a giant plowed the earth and collapsed into fragments of different sizes.

Holt unfolds his secret power, and amber wraps the surrounding area. As soon as the regent appears, Holt will immediately discover his location, and in the mirror world, the regent stands in a desolate world,

Looking serious.

Although the mirror world can protect the regent from the influence of the material world, similarly, the mirror world cannot interfere with the material world. In the mirror world, the regent cannot see Holt's position and can only follow the mirror world.

Determine the approximate position of Holt when flipping.

Lowering his head, the power of cutting iron and steel left shocking injuries on the Regent's body. The wounds varied in depth, some cut open the skin, exposing the muscles underneath, and some deeply cut the bones, turning the flesh and blood. It was too horrible to see.

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The regent's face was twisted with pain and anger, and he clenched his hands tightly in an attempt to alleviate some of the pain, but the cuts from the countless blades were too severe, making it extremely difficult for him to breathe.

This is how the confrontation between the Glorious Ones can either resolve each other or cause serious damage with one blow.

The air was filled with a thick smell of blood, which was suffocating. The regent's body gradually began to tremble, but at this time, there was no longer any pain on his face, but an inexplicable sense of excitement.

"Where will you be?"

The Regent is walking in the Mirror Realm, and the blood of the Night Clan heals his injuries at a high speed. Except for the fact that Holt's remaining ether is somewhat difficult to fade away, just like Holt's self-healing, the etherification and the power of immortality make the Regent

A new look.

He walked to a deserted corner, took a deep breath, and at the same time as the ether was triggered, the mirror world flipped, and he descended into the material world again.

"Are you here?"

Almost the moment the Regent returned to the material world, he heard Holt's roar and the sound of the storm.

The broken earth, rising dust, wildly dancing air currents, surging blood and drizzle of rain, everything was frozen in mid-air under Holt's will, including the regent's body.

It's like a beautiful painting, but unfortunately, the sword that cuts iron and steel came through the air and ruthlessly tore this beauty into pieces.

After the last round of games, the Regent has realized that when faced with Holt's differential lag, all he can do is do nothing.

As long as you stand honestly in place and avoid being twisted by your own movements, you can protect your own safety to a great extent. Then just wait for the ether to break through.

An ether powerful enough to dissipate the power of the Glorious One.

"I swear……"

The Prince Regent groaned, "I swear to you."

Scarlet eyes fell on the tower in the center of chaos, and his voice was like a spell, resonating with the evil existence in the dark.

Blessing and Arrogance Obstruction Instrument.

As if endless ether poured out from the regent's alchemy matrix, he let out bursts of ferocious laughter. The agitated ether vented out without reservation. The ethers repeled each other like wild beasts breaking out of their cages, colliding crazily.

Holt's blockade was opened and a safe zone was created around the Regent.

This time the Regent did it. The expanded field squeezed Holt's field away and forcibly dispersed his power. However, the dispute over the secret energy was only temporary. The real victory or defeat came from the tip of the knife.

Decide.

At this moment, the sword that cuts iron and steel is close at hand.

The Prince Regent was not afraid, he raised the Shadow Blade and faced the difficulty. He shouted, "Let the celebration be more lively!"

Listening to the fanatical words, Holt couldn't help but feel a little doubt. The Land of Evernight was already in such danger, but the regent didn't seem to be anxious at all.

The regent doesn't care about the destruction of the royal city, nor does he care about the towering of the Origin Tower. As the leader of the rebellious royal court, he should obviously go to the core of the battlefield to take charge of the overall situation, but he would rather stay on the edge and engage in this boring battle with himself.

duel.

Either the Prince Regent still has a trump card, or... he is indeed a lunatic obsessed with dueling.

Holt couldn't understand this person, but that didn't prevent them from facing each other with swords.

The fatal sword fight is about to break out. Every collision between the blades is like a thunderous explosion, shaking the surrounding air. Every swing of the sword is like a huge wave in the wind, setting off waves of sword energy storms.

As the storm advanced, the two chased each other, and the battlefield also advanced from the edge to under the high wall of the royal city. Holt collapsed a high wall with his sword. The regent rose again among the ruins, and the mirror world flipped.

The two were swallowed up.

After a moment, their figures appeared from the other side of the high wall. Both sides had injuries on their bodies, and their bodies were filled with heat and white steam.

Disappear, appear, disappear again.

The duel between the two ran through the material world and the mirror world, intertwining cruel and fierce scenes. The sword movements were as coherent as flowing water, the combination of speed and slowness, and the alternation of attack and defense, as if they were playing a deadly symphony.

Holt gradually forgot about the things around him, and all he could see was the regent's irritating smile. Likewise, the regent stared at Holt, never taking his eyes away from the tip of the sword.

The sword blades drew arcs, like meteors in the night sky, gorgeous and deadly. Every time they struck, sparks flew everywhere. Among these sparks, their figures moved quickly, disappearing and appearing, like

Ghostly.

Many people have noticed the duel between the two. The two Glory Ones have such high-pitched etheric reactions that it is impossible not to notice it, but it is useless if they notice it. No one can interfere in the duel between the Glory Ones. They can only stay away.

They watched and waited, hoping that one side would fall down forever.

Finally, in this enjoyable duel, the mirror world flipped over again, like an intermission, and the two figures appeared, but they did not fight together again.

Holding the sword in one hand and covering his abdomen with the other, Holt stood panting. At this time, there were several blood holes in his body. The blood seemed to have drained out, and only pure ether was left under the wounds.

Creeping.

Fatigue and pain lingered in Holt's mind, and most of the ether was consumed. After a series of heavy injuries, even some cracks appeared on the alchemy matrix.

Holt was in such a mess for the first time since he was promoted to the Glory One, but similarly, his opponent was not having a hard time either.

The regent fell completely to the ground, covered in blood and flesh. The fatal wound spanned his shoulder, almost cutting off half of his body, and his internal organs were spilled on the floor.

This degree of injury is not easy even for the Glorious One, but the Regent is an immortal. After a moment of dead silence, the flesh and blood began to squirm on its own. They stuck to each other and were patched together until the pale skin wrapped them.

Got up.

The withered chest swelled up again. The Regent opened his eyes suddenly and coughed up blood clots in pain. The suffocation in his throat was relieved a lot.

He stroked his body up and down, and looked at Holt, who was holding a sword, in surprise and joy.

"Did I just die?"

The continuity of the Prince Regent's consciousness was interrupted for a moment, and the darkness revealed his own death.

"As expected of the youngest glorious person in the Order Bureau, you actually killed me once."

The Prince Regent stood up and stroked his throat. On his smooth lower jaw, he could feel some rough bumps, which were scars that had just healed.

Holt ignored the regent's words. While the regent healed himself, Holt's own injuries also healed through the ether.

It stands to reason that as the youngest Glory One, Holt can surpass all Glory Ones in terms of the advantage of the alchemical matrix, but this is only Holt's only advantage.

The Regent is not only immortal, he also has the protection of the devil. At first, Holt still had the advantage, but as the battle progressed, the two gradually became evenly matched.

If the entanglement continues, Holt will be gradually consumed by the Regent, until his throat is slit by the Shadow Blade.

Holt whispered, "The undead would be too troublesome."

The undead, the damn undead, these unkillable things are like a piece of rotten meat that is difficult to chop. No matter how hard you knock them down, they will still stand up and laugh at you silently.

Holt was a little fed up and couldn't help complaining, "So, the duel between the immortals is a joke. What does the fairness in your oath mean?"

"Oath? Fair?" The regent was confused for a moment and couldn't help but laugh, "Don't you think that the oath I gave to protect you is a so-called fair duel?"

"if not?"

Holt inserted the secret sword into the ground at his feet, "In the previous duel between you and Bologo, you clearly had the ability to kill him, but you said that for the sake of fairness, and... and when you were in the abandoned land, and

In my duel, I was the defender at that time, and you were equally capable of killing me."

After saying all this, Holt felt even more tired. This moment was like an intermission. Neither he nor the regent made a move. In the rare peace, Holt looked into the distance.

The mighty power of the Glorious One flashed in the storm, and Fuen was still fighting to his heart's content. Little did he know that the Song of Wind and Meteor guided by him had completely destroyed a corner of the royal city. The high walls collapsed and ruins were everywhere. If this continues, the entire city would be destroyed.

The royal city will be swallowed up.

No... there is no need to wait for the Song of Windfall to destroy it. At the other end of the royal city, the bloody battle in the Butcher's Pit is still going on. Holt doesn't know what is going on there, but he can see those red trees standing in the distance.

Crystals, rising darkness, and the complete collapse of reality.

OMG...

Thinking of this, Holt couldn't help but smile. Who knows what happened there? Did Boluogo and the others do it? That would be great. If things continue to develop like this, it won't be long before the whole thing is destroyed.

All the royal cities will fall into the etheric realm. If the disaster spreads further and triggers the etheric vortex point above the angry sea, maybe the entire Land of Eternal Night will be wiped out from the material realm.

The break is over.

Holt clenched the secret sword again and looked at the Regent with burning eyes. The Regent noticed Holt's gaze, and he also withdrew his gaze from the distance and looked at Holt.

"Did I guess wrong?" Holt asked, "Isn't your oath the so-called fairness?"

The regent lowered his head and looked at the ground, then shook his head. Finally, he raised his head again, smiled and frowned, and affirmed, "That's not my oath. Really, how could anyone set the oath as such?"

What about things like fairness?”

"Then why?" Holt didn't understand, "If not..."

Holt's voice stopped suddenly. He understood the reason for all this. He was a little surprised and a little unbelievable.

"That's not an oath, it's just my self-restraint," the regent spread his hands, "I'm just like you, Holt. We are both proud people and we all have some stubborn pursuits, right?"
To be continued...