Secret Sword Technique: Crow Thousand Feathers!

Naimes swung his blade, and the sword seemed to split apart at that moment.

Numerous golden threads approaching were instantly severed.

What appeared destined to completely envelop a person was rapidly cut apart under Naimes' sword.

"Is this the newly emerged supreme sword technique?" The old priest watched this scene, a flash of amazement in his eyes.

From Isabella's short-term memories, he knew this sword technique was created by a famously talented holy knight from the past decade.

"But Naimes hasn't left Beiqi Village for seven or eight years, and his connections outside the village have always been under my control. Where did he learn this sword technique?" The old priest felt puzzled by this.

Despite numerous speculations flashing through his mind, the old priest didn't stop his actions.

He reached out toward the sky, releasing mental energy as distant clouds rapidly moved.

From their original golden auspicious cloud form, massive energy quickly gathered and emerged.

Shaping-class Spell: Falling Thunder

Fierce thunderbolts descended like divine punishment for the disrespectful, carrying various imposing forces.

Naimes seemed to sense something, his blade moving in synchronization with the thunder.

His sword twisted, reaching extreme speed—

Secret Sword Technique: Sparrow Breaking Void.

Like cutting through water with a sword, the originally calm surface formed a fracture due to the blade, creating a layer of white.

At this moment, the blade in midair also deflected and severed the air, creating a layer of fracture.

"No need for these petty tricks mixing truth with falsehood. I've cut real lightning before—the speed is wrong." Naimes flicked his long sword, and surprisingly, a large amount of red flames were flung off the previously empty blade.

What the old priest had just cast wasn't a shaping-class spell at all, but a sacred-class spell: Burning Sin Thunderfire.

A high-speed flame that uses sin as fuel.

Even if it doesn't directly hit the target, it will cling to nearby objects and rapidly spread.

It can inflict both physical and mental damage on the target.

However, compared to real lightning, this thing was ultimately somewhat slower. Check latest chapters at novel-fire.ɴet

It was precisely this slight difference in feel that allowed Naimes to immediately discern the illusion's nature.

The old priest narrowed his eyes: "It seems I need to reacquaint myself with you, Naimes."

"Even if you reacquaint yourself with me a hundred times, ten thousand times, would anything change?"

"Any new thing that appears will only be instinctively judged by you for its usefulness to your experiments."

"Your decay isn't just physical, but spiritual as well."

Naimes' words pierced the old priest like sharp blades.

This move could also be called—Heart Secret Sword: Deathbird

Using sharp words combined with insightful understanding of human nature to deliver piercing attacks on the target's mind and spirit.

Naimes' words made the old priest pause momentarily, before Tangs and Pur rushed forward from beside him.

The four-meter-tall giant now ran faster than Tangs.

The massive body showed no clumsiness, instead displaying remarkable agility.

Completely ignoring the golden threads, he instantly closed in on the old priest. When his foot landed, the originally shallow footprint became heavy at that moment.

Trait: Bone Fin!

Reducing weight to enhance speed, increasing weight to strengthen attacks.

Pur's body was nearly pulled into a tilted line during the running punching motion.

Air was forced away from his fist, forming visible white air rings.

When the fist reached its target, intense noise followed.

Tangs only felt pain throughout his body. Originally standing on the other side, he somehow appeared before Pur at that moment.

That powerful punch didn't land on the old priest but was instead fully absorbed by Tangs.

Tangs, sent flying backward, instantly disappeared into the illusion.

The old priest had experienced numerous battles large and small throughout his life. Though emotionally disturbed, he didn't let this affect his combat rhythm.

He understood one thing clearly: only the victor has the right to discuss right and wrong.

If you lose, no matter how reasonable you are, you won't get to speak.

"Has the spatial structure been altered by the illusion?" Naimes narrowed his eyes, understanding dawning.

The current situation wasn't actual spatial alteration—something a Steel Seed couldn't achieve yet.

The old priest had merely used his illusion domain to overlay and rewrite reality, like some optical illusions that disrupt spatial perception through vision.

(Some patterns in the image are actually straight)

All this occurred in minute details. With slight inattention, one's spatial position could become misaligned due to this perceptual distortion.

Though the space currently visible appeared as ordinary flat ground, the actual reality might be extremely uneven and twisted.

Some areas might have slight curves—you see them, your brain acknowledges the curves, and you slightly adjust your angle.

But actually, that place is straight.

Repeated misalignments create this kind of 'spatial reconstruction'.

"You think you understand everything, but can you truly see reality?"

"Naimes?"

The old priest didn't directly respond to Naimes' accusations, instead posing this counterquestion.

Then he began casting spells again.

But before his spell, Op's magic arrived first.

Summoning-class Spell: Single Pathway!

This spell aims to sense a specific area, then open a one-way passage allowing things from that area to automatically pass through to here.

As the passage opened, a large amount of seawater began flooding into this area.

The originally normal illusion world also developed some fluctuations, becoming less realistic.

"Water's movement is unpredictable yet ordered!"

"Old man, can your calculations cover so much movement?" Op issued his challenge.

Water flows toward certain places, rebounds due to obstacles, forming 'tides', splashes spraying upward, some debris flowing within the water.

Massive information mixed within, everything so unpredictable.

As the illusion caster, he must account for water flow changes.

But within this unpredictability, as observers, it's relatively easier to find patterns.

Once the old priest fails to track the water flow movements, the domain he constructed through illusions will develop flaws due to the water's movement.

For example, Pur discovered the old priest's true position the moment water began flowing.