107: Chapter 107 Polar Reversal

Two attributes? No!

Those who truly knew their stuff were all holding their breath at this moment.

Because they knew that what Wang Zhuo was about to use was not ordinary sword technique.

It was the Wang family's town-guarding ultimate technique, the "Three Absolute Swords."

One sword strike, three absolute kills!

Lightning, fire, and shadow—the three absolutes unleashed together, invincible among peers!

So at this moment, on Wang Zhuo's sword, there was not only fire and lightning. There was also a lingering, bone-gnawing shadow energy!

Wang Zhuo took a deep breath, his gaze locked onto the Raven King.

The Silver-Patterned Peacock beneath his feet suddenly let out a crisp cry.

That cry pierced the clouds and resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

Then—the peacock moved.

Its figure turned into a stream of silver light, so fast that its trajectory was almost invisible!

A hundred meters distance, reached in an instant!

Everyone only saw a flash of silver light, and Wang Zhuo had already appeared before the Raven King!

"Die!" Wang Zhuo shouted sharply, and the long sword in his hand slashed down violently!

On the sword, fire and lightning surged simultaneously!

The fire transformed into a fire dragon, and the lightning condensed into an electric snake, biting toward the Raven King from left and right!

But at this very instant—the sword shadow suddenly split. One became two, two became three. Three sword shadows slashed out simultaneously!

The first, a fire sword shadow, searing and oppressive!

The second, a lightning sword shadow, swift as electricity!

The third. A shadow sword shadow!

It pierced out silently from the gap between the fire and lightning, heading straight for the Raven King's heart!

The three absolutes unleashed together! Below Starlight, no one had ever been able to withstand this sword strike!

In the Raven King's scarlet eyes, a look of fear finally emerged!

It flapped its wings desperately, trying to dodge!

But it was already too late!

The fire sword shadow slashed its left wing!

The lightning sword shadow pierced its right chest!

The shadow sword shadow—stabbed straight toward its heart!

Everyone in the city held their breath. That sword strike was too fast, too accurate, too ruthless. The Raven King was doomed!

However—just as the shadow sword shadow was about to pierce the Raven King's heart.

A strange light suddenly flashed in the Raven King's eyes.

That was not fear.

That was... the triumph of a scheme succeeded.

Its body suddenly erupted with a rich silver light!

That light was more intense and richer than any time before!

Then. Its figure began to blur.

The shadow sword shadow pierced into its body!

The sensation of the sword blade entering flesh came clearly, and that feeling of piercing a solid object made Wang Zhuo certain he had struck it.

But the Raven King's expression, along with the obvious blurring before his eyes, made Wang Zhuo feel extremely uneasy.

Then the next second, his expression froze.

Something was wrong!

It was indeed wrong!

No blood. No screams. None of the reactions one should have when injured.

The Raven King's hideous face still hung illusorily before him, its blood-red eyes locked onto him, filled with mockery.

Wang Zhuo was stunned.

Then, a bone-chilling coldness came from the long sword in his hand.

That coldness came too fast, too suddenly, so fast that his nerves couldn't even react in time.

He looked down.

A layer of ice crystals was spreading up from the sword body, rapidly covering his palm, wrist, and forearm!

The speed at which the ice crystals spread was astonishing; in just the blink of an eye, his entire right arm was frozen!

"What?!" Wang Zhuo's pupils contracted violently, and he tried desperately to pull his arm back.

But the ice crystals seemed to have a life of their own, clinging tightly to him. The harder he struggled, the tighter the ice crystals coiled around him, and the bone-chilling coldness surged frantically into his body, causing his spiritual energy circulation to begin to stagnate.

At this moment, the "Raven King" before him finally began to fade.

That hideous face melted away like ice and snow.

First the eyes, turning into specks of ice crystals and dissipating.

Then the beak, falling as ice dust.

Then the head, neck, body, wings—the entire Raven King, right before Wang Zhuo, turned bit by bit into ice crystals filling the sky.

When the last trace of the figure dissipated, only one thing remained on the spot—a giant, completely transparent ice crystal cocoon.

That ice cocoon was over a person's height, its surface shimmering with a faint silver light, and one could vaguely see a curled-up figure inside.

And around the ice cocoon, a thin layer of silvery-gray mist was permeating.

They merged with the sparse Ink Feather Mist on the Raven King's body. Surprisingly, it created the effect of an illusion.

Wang Zhuo stared blankly at the ice cocoon, his mind a complete blank.

Fake?

What he had just stabbed was fake?

Where was the real Raven King?

He jerked his head up, wanting to find the Raven King's tracks.

But all he saw was the layer of silvery-gray mist permeating the surroundings, and those shimmering ice crystals within the mist.

Those ice crystals were floating slowly at this moment, as if blown by an invisible wind.

No. It wasn't the wind.

The sky full of ice crystals around the ice cocoon was not simple.

In the mist, those countless tiny ice crystals, like little stars, were like a strange sea of stars.

Wang Zhuo's pupils contracted again. Because he "saw" it.

Those ice crystals were surging toward him!

No, not surging, they were—alive!

Those seemingly ordinary ice crystals were vibrating frantically at this moment, and then opened their tiny mouthparts!

They were actually living things!

Wait.

This is... Ice Soul Spirit-Devouring Insects!

Wang Zhuo's face turned deathly pale in an instant. He finally understood.

This wasn't some spell effect at all. These ice crystals were all Gu insects!

Thousands upon thousands of Ice Soul Spirit-Devouring Insects, so tiny they were almost invisible to the naked eye!

And that layer of silvery-gray mist was the Raven King's Ink Feather Mist. The two combined to form a strange mixed domain in this sky.

It could conjure any real scene!

No wonder what he saw just now was the Raven King.

No wonder what he stabbed was a "solid body." Because in this domain, as long as the Raven King willed it, it could make you "see" anything!

And the real Raven King was not here. And what made him feel even more horrified was the thing before his eyes.

Wang Zhuo's gaze was locked onto that ice crystal cocoon.

Ice crystal cocoon.

Ice Soul Spirit-Devouring Insects.

Illusion.

These three words linked together reminded him of a terrifying legend.

Ten-Thousand Origin Spirit-Devouring Butterfly.

That was an extremely rare ferocious beast, formed from Ice Soul Spirit-Devouring Insects after countless metamorphoses and evolutions. Its larval stage was the Ice Soul Spirit-Devouring Insect, and its adult stage was the Ten-Thousand Origin Spirit-Devouring Butterfly.

The Ten-Thousand Origin Spirit-Devouring Butterfly's most terrifying ability was its ability to create illusions.

That kind of illusion was real enough to be indistinguishable from reality, enough to make any creature trapped within it unable to tell what was real and what was fake.

And at this moment, this ice crystal cocoon before him. It was advancing toward the Star-Glow Rank!

Wang Zhuo's heart felt as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand.

Star-Glow Rank.

Ten-Thousand Origin Spirit-Devouring Butterfly.

Raven King.

What did it mean to have these three things together?

It meant the Raven King was not fighting alone at all!

It meant that by its side, there was a helper that was currently evolving and about to step into the Star-Glow Rank!

It meant that from the very beginning, he had walked into a trap they had set!

"Damn it—!!!"