Swhoosh!

Thick jets of blood shot into the air, and many complex runes representing life spun wildly around the duo. It was clear from Binglan’s suddenly pale face that she had cast the spell using her life force. Was she planning to seal the Great Saint again, or better—kill him once and for all!?

Buzz buzz buzz…

The Dragonslaying Sword shook violently as Binglan pushed more divine energy into the spell. She said, "We have fought for 10,000 years in the Frozen Purgatory of Spirit of Grief, Great Saint. You didn’t expect this to happen at the very end, did you?"

The Great Saint trembled for a moment before yelling on top of his lungs, "You think you can kill me, Dragon Speaker Binglan? Dream on! Even if you were ten times more powerful than you are now, you could never destroy me! I am the owner of the laws of darkness! I will outlast time itself!"

Binglan smiled. "You are right. I could never kill you. There is someone else here who can, however. She is the Wind Singer, master of the laws of light!...