Chapter 314 “White River’s Blade (p5)
Yes, it must be the power of the gods to be able to suppress someone of White River’s level. Otherwise, how else can they explain this mystery?
After a long while of this suppressed mood, Du Wei honestly thought the Shaman King would be done for then, especially when the man’s skin had turned translucent like its disappearing from existence. However, it was then that the person actually laughed….
That’s right, White River was laughing!
“Haha… Haha…” There’s no falseness in that glee like he’s achieved his greatest dream, that’s the sort of happiness Du Wei got from the tone.
“Haha…. HAHA… HAHAHA….” The laughter only grew louder the more he corroded away, “Thank you, Pope. I truly thank you from the bottom of my heart for everything, you have my gratitude!”
As a result of that misplaced and odd phrase, a sense of unease was quickly brewing within Igor’s heart. From what used to be firm and stead, the senior’s hand now trembled and swayed.
“Thank me?”
“That’s right, I thank you,” heaving out a long sigh, “I’m thanking you because I’ve finally found what I’ve been looking for.”
All of a sudden, the Shaman King’s body jerked and propelled himself high up into the air. In light of that surreal might of the godly power pressing down, White River now moves like he’s free again!
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“Because of you, because of you Pope….” The man’s voice lowers into a murmur, “I’ve finally found a reason to draw my blade!”
As his words came to an end, White River’s hand have already landed on the handle strapped to his waist. Next moment, a faint glowing light dazzles the world as he draws it. Though it’s not blinding nor extreme, but the effects were difficult to describe due to its spreading characteristic.
That’s right, it’s spreading….
Du Wei have to say he’s never seen something this strange before. Light doesn’t just spread like an infection, it… it simply doesn’t! Furthermore, the Shaman King’s ailing body have reshaped itself once that light came into contact, reconstructing and breathing life back into him.
The Pope naturally didn’t want his foe to regenerate when he’s done so much, but his faltering self could do no more as he had no energy left in his veins. Besides, the slash that came flying down from above as a result of White River’s next attack was critical. First came the seeping blood around the corner of Igor’s mouth, then it was the sleeve bursting apart before blood came dripping down from the arms like threads of silk!
It’s quite apparent the Grand Prophecy Spell has been broken with that swing, but that definitely came at a huge cost to the user as well, evident by how hard the Shaman King came crashing down to the ground from the air. Staggering upon contact, White River now needs to use his blade to act as a cane in order to stand upright.
Letting his words to fully sink in, White River originally wanted to say more there. However, his attention was grabbed by the rolling stick that bumped against his feet – It was the Pope’s golden rod and it has shattered in half after being dropped from that blow.
With a glance, the man frowned and showed a strange expression over what he saw.
“Haha, Haha, Hahaha.” On ground as well after losing his reason to stand, Igor’s sudden laughter sounded almost hysterical when he saw the foe picking up his rod: “Yes Shaman King, that is indeed the Grand Prophecy Spell like you suspected. Just that, the power wasn’t given to me by the goddess, but from that thing!” The old fella then points to the broken rod in White River’s hand.
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