110: Chapter 110 Holy Light Combo

The western battlefield, the pursuit.

After the Beast Tide collapsed, there were still about fifty Savage Beasts of the 3rd rank of Barbarian Warrior and above putting up a desperate struggle.

The Shadow Crystal Core fragments inside these Savage Beasts were embedded deeper; although the aftereffects of the Holy Light Domain had weakened their aggressiveness, they had not completely purified the Shadow corruption,

Like hosts deeply parasitized by the Shadow, having lost the direction of the pack, they became even more violent like cornered beasts.

Wang Sheng and Murong Xue met on the battlefield.

The first thing he saw was her silver armor.

That silver armor at this moment looked like it had been repeatedly forged by the flames of war, with Savage Beast blood on its silver surface resembling blooming red plum blossoms,

From the shoulder guards to the breastplate, it was just like a silver canvas splashed with the wildest red.

A piece of the left shoulder guard was torn away, silver fragments peeling off like petals to reveal the sweat-soaked white undergarment beneath,

The undergarment had been ripped open by a Savage Beast's claws, exposing a wound that stretched from her shoulder to her upper arm.

Blood seeped from the cracks in the silver armor, like red roses blooming on the silver mail, winding down her athletic arm like the thinnest of streams to drip onto the cracked ice,

just like dewdrops falling into a silver river, creating ripples of deep red.

A few strands of her brown ponytail had come loose, clinging to the side of her sweat-soaked neck, like brown silk threads flowing between her silver armor,

A few stray hairs clung to her slender neck, sweat sliding down its curve like the finest silver threads flowing between silver mountains.

Her resolute face was filled with exhaustion, but the light in her brown eyes remained fierce, like two pieces of amber tempered by the fires of war,

Set against the Savage Beast blood and sweat, they were like gems repeatedly forged in raging flames, growing brighter the more they were refined.

Her silver armor training undergarment clung to her athletic body, the sweat soaking through it like a second skin, adhering to every inch of her flesh.

Her breastplate rose and fell violently, her full and perky contours beneath the silver armor looking like two silver peaks tempered by the fires of war,

Every breath made the silver armor tremble slightly, as if silver tides were struggling between rising and falling.

The waistline beneath her waist armor was like the most exquisite hidden patterns on silver armor, looming indistinctly in the gaps of the mail, the curve of her waist and abdomen just like a silver crescent moon, athletic yet supple.

Her legs trembled slightly; the exertion of three rounds of charges plus defending the North Gate alone had pushed her close to her limit,

like a bowstring pulled to its absolute limit, where even the tension of a single hair would snap it...

Yet she stood there, like a silver spear planted in the battlefield, unyielding and unbending.

"You..." Wang Sheng looked at her wound, his golden eyes feeling as if they had been pricked by a needle.

"Just a flesh wound," Murong Xue interrupted him.

Her gaze fell upon his Holy Light Battle Armor; the golden armor was like scrap metal riddled with holes from being hammered by brute force,

the ice-blue frost flower circuits in the cracks were like dying fireflies, and his face was as pale as paper drained of blood. "How are you..."

"I'm fine." Wang Sheng took a deep breath. As he inhaled deeply, the frost circuits within the Holy Light Battle Armor struggled to light up for an instant, like a dying frost flower.

"There are still fifty left."

He stretched out his hand.

Murong Xue looked at his hand.

That hand was covered in Savage Beast blood and gravel dust, and the golden holy light between his fingers was like the weakest flame, yet it still burned.

Without hesitation, she placed her hand on his. Her hand was a size smaller than his,

but the thin calluses on her palm were like silver medals, worn down by the spear and reins, like the most honest medals of a Holy Light Knight.

Golden holy light and silver holy light converged.

Holy Light Resonance triggered once again.

Platinum-gold light exploded between their palms, ten times stronger than that time on the training ground, as if a platinum-gold sun was born and expanding between their palms.

The platinum-gold light radiated in all directions from their palms like a flood,

submerging the cracked ice, the corpses of Savage Beasts, the drifting remnants of the Shadow—each and every thing—into a platinum-gold ocean.

This was not the cautiousness of training, but the complete lack of reservation on a battlefield of life and death,

as if two suns were rising simultaneously in the sky of the Wild Continent, the platinum-gold light radiating for a hundred meters around like a corona.

Wang Sheng's left hand held Murong Xue's right hand, and the Holy Light Spear in her right hand lit up with platinum-gold light,

looking as if the silver spear were enveloped in platinum-gold flames, the silver turning into platinum-gold,

as if silver had been refined into a purer metal in a raging fire.

His other hand grasped the threads of the Power of Holy Light, injecting his own Power of Holy Light into Murong Xue's silver holy light through Holy Light Resonance,

like a golden river merging into a silver ocean, the two forces in resonance resembling two planets colliding to burst forth with a light ten times greater than the sum of both.

The platinum-gold light, like a platinum-gold dragon, surged out from Murong Xue's Holy Light Spear.

That dragon in the platinum-gold light seemed as if the most ancient totem had come to life,

its dragon head held high, its dragon body coiled like a bow, and its dragon tail like a whip,

its platinum-gold scales shining as brilliantly as stars in the morning light, like a divine beast never before seen on the Wild Continent descending.

"Holy... Light... Combined... Strike!"

Murong Xue let out a clear cry.

Her voice was just like a silver spear piercing the last bit of darkness, the silver turning to platinum-gold, looking like a silver canvas covered in platinum-gold paint,

her voice like a platinum-gold string on a golden bow releasing the clearest note.

The Holy Light Spear swept horizontally, the platinum-gold arc of light like a crescent blade, sweeping from one end of the battlefield to the other.

Fifty Savage Beasts vanished in a single strike.

Just like mowing grass.

The platinum-gold arc of light swept from one end of the battlefield to the other,

and Savage Beasts below the 3rd rank of Barbarian Warrior were directly purified in the platinum-gold light like shadows under the sun,

the bodies of the Savage Beasts turning into nothingness in the platinum-gold light like ice and snow under a blazing sun,

the Savage Beast blood and Savage Beast bones turning into the finest powder and dispersing in the platinum-gold light like dust scorched by the sun.

Savage Beasts of the 3rd rank of Barbarian Warrior and above were heavily wounded, the platinum-gold arc of light like a platinum-gold scimitar carving bone-deep wounds into their bodies,

the Shadow Crystal Core fragments pulled out in the platinum-gold light like poisonous stingers; the Savage Beasts seemed to awaken from a nightmare, fleeing in all directions after letting out painful howls.

Murong Xue withdrew her spear.

Her body in the platinum-gold light was like a silver god of war, her silver armor stained with blood, her spear held horizontally before her, and her brown ponytail fluttering in the morning breeze like a battle flag.

The platinum-gold light radiated around her like a corona, as if a silver god of war were being crowned by a platinum-gold sun.

Her posture at this moment was like a goddess of war stepping out from the oldest murals of the Wild Continent,

the Savage Beast blood on her silver armor like the medals of a god of war, the platinum-gold light like the crown of a god of war, and her spear like the scepter of a god of war.

Her breastplate in the platinum-gold light looked like silver mountains shrouded in platinum-gold morning light,

her full and perky contours in the platinum-gold light as if redrawn by a platinum-gold paintbrush,

every inch of her curves like the most perfect lines drawn by the most exquisite craftsman on a platinum-gold canvas.

The waistline beneath her waist armor was like the most exquisite hidden patterns on silver armor, and in the platinum-gold light, it was as if a silver crescent moon were covered in platinum-gold moonlight.

The leg armor wrapped around her long and powerful legs, the platinum-gold light like the most precious glaze coating the silver armor, as if the armor of a god of war had been refined in platinum-gold fire to produce the purest silver glow.

But in the next second,

her knees buckled.

The Barbarian Horned Horse neighed in the distance. She did not fall, because she supported herself on the ground with her spear.

The silver tip of her spear drove into the cracked ice like a nail,

and Savage Beast blood wound down the shaft of the spear like a red stream, gathering beneath the tip of the spear supporting her on the ground, looking like a blooming red lotus.

"Murong Xue...!"