Chapter 1456: Chapter 791

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“Logan, you…” Light’s Lawlord’s voice carried a trace of unwillingness. His body was suppressed by an immense power, rendering him nearly immobile. He stared at Logan’s figure as it reappeared from the Void, his gaze filled with fury and shock.

Logan’s face still bore that faint mocking smile, with a glint of coldness in his eyes. “Light’s Lawlord, did you truly believe you could escape this calamity?” His voice was deep and forceful, as though pronouncing Light’s Lawlord’s doom. “Today, you must die here.”

Light’s Lawlord’s face turned ashen in an instant. He realized he was now utterly trapped. Never had he imagined that he would be defeated so thoroughly, even manipulated into injury by Logan through a Throne Strong Individual’s attack. In this moment, his pride crumbled entirely, replaced by profound fear.

“You… just wait, the Radiant Clan won’t let you go!” Light’s Lawlord’s voice quivered, tinged with resentment and anger as his gaze burned with defiance.

Logan let out a cold laugh, a flash of killing intent in his eyes. “The Radiant Clan? Do you truly believe they can still save you?” His voice carried a faint sneer. “Today is the day of your demise.”

The Emperor Weapon in Logan’s hand once more blazed with dazzling brilliance, as though it sought to illuminate the entirety of The World. In the glow, Logan’s figure seemed immeasurably grand, as if he had merged with the very fabric of existence. In that moment, he appeared to become the Dominator of this realm, while Light’s Lawlord was nothing more than a pawn in his hand.

“Die, Light’s Lawlord!” Logan’s voice thundered like a War God’s command, echoing throughout the Void. In an instant, his form morphed into a beam of light, streaking straight toward Light’s Lawlord. The Emperor Weapon in his hand slashed through the darkness like a blade, tearing through the Void and aiming directly for Light’s Lawlord’s vitals.

In that moment, the entire True Love Illusion Realm was engulfed by the overwhelming clash of two colossal forces, as if the fate of the Illusionary Realm hung in the balance of this earth-shattering showdown. The outcome of this battle would determine the future of the True Love Illusion Realm.

On the vast and surreal battlefield, the dense smoke of war churned like a ferocious Giant Beast, spreading wildly and suffocating the air with its pungency. The earth seemed to writhe in agony, carved with gashes that formed horrific chasms like the gaping maws of despairing beasts. The surrounding scenery, ravaged by the chaos, had long lost its original appearance. Ruins lay scattered everywhere, and a few tattered banners hung limply in the wind, as if lamenting the brutal carnage of this battle.

Light’s Lawlord, who was usually a figure resplendent as the midday sun, now stood defenseless in the eye of the storm. Draped in a regal golden robe adorned with intricate emblems of light, he was now stained with dust and blood, cutting a bedraggled figure. His once-proud and heroic visage had turned ghostly pale from his injuries. While his eyes still gleamed with defiant light, an undeniable weariness dampened their intensity.

In that perilous instant, a violently charged attack shot toward him like a bolt of lightning. Completely unprepared, Light’s Lawlord had no time to evade. He could only watch helplessly as the powerful energy struck him with full force. In the blink of an eye, his body was sent hurtling backward like a kite with a severed string, flung a hundred yards away. His trajectory drew a long arc in the air, stirring up a cloud of dust as he flew.

Already grievously wounded, Light’s Lawlord suffered yet another crushing blow, like a flower trembling in a storm, finally unable to withstand the onslaught and scattering its petals to the wind. He crashed heavily to the ground, raising another plume of dust. His body trembled faintly, and the aura of life within him faded swiftly and mercilessly, like grains of sand slipping irreversibly through an hourglass, bringing him closer to the final moments of his life.

At this time, the Throne Strong Individual from the Radiant Clan–a towering, imposing figure like an unyielding mountain–gradually snapped out of the frenzy of fury that had consumed him moments before. His bloodshot eyes, previously blinded by wrath, now reflected shock and remorse. Clad in heavy armor that shone with a cold metallic luster, he held tightly to a massive war axe emitting a frosty glint, its blade still stained with his enemy’s blood.

When he glanced at the unintended result of his rage-fueled strike landing upon his own ally–Light’s Lawlord–his bronze-hued face flushed red as though it had turned into an overripe tomato. This mixture of deep shame and mortification etched across his features made his lips twitch faintly. He seemed on the verge of saying something, but the overwhelming weight of regret stifled his words in his throat.

In that instant, his emotions churned unbearably–a chaotic concoction of guilt and despair.

He painfully understood he had fallen prey to Logan’s cunning and meticulous scheme. It was his own impulsive and thoughtless recklessness that had brought about the current, irreparable calamity.

His eyes, now filled with anguish and remorse, remained locked onto the Light’s Lawlord, who lay unmoving on the ground, his fate still uncertain. Slowly, he began to step toward him, each step as heavy as a mountain.

“Lawlord…”

He finally managed to speak, his voice hoarse and gravelly, laden with an unending sorrow and repentance.

“I… I…” But before he could complete his sentence, a violent coughing fit seized him, as though the torment within had reached into the deepest recesses of his being.