Chapter 585: Chapter 585: The Battle Axe's Recognition, Divine Weapon Ascension!

The Death Messenger's face instantly contorted with ferocity, her originally beautiful features twisting into a vicious expression.

This vicious expression was now her protective coloring.

Because the feeling of being suppressed by his aura was utterly inescapable, the best method was to use rage to counteract that inexplicable fear.

Hearing Pride's words, she immediately counterattacked:

"Oh? It seems you haven't given up hope yet, still fantasizing that you might have a chance at victory, is that it?"

Pride, however, gave a haughty laugh and shook his head.

"There's no need to discuss something whose outcome is already known."

"What I want to say is, want to bet on how long you can last in front of me?"

Death Messenger: ?

But now, the situation had somewhat exceeded her expectations.

In this moment, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly, and she let out a cold laugh, unable to even think of a fitting retort.

Seeing her silent, Pride, hovering in the air, raised the battle axe high with one hand, his aura continuously climbing as if he were using his own life as fuel.

He couldn't see his own Hourglass of Life, and he had no intention of looking! Fight until victory, no need to overthink.

He continued speaking to the Death Messenger:

"Experience it. See what level you can withstand to. Do you have a chance to witness the peak state of this body?"

As he spoke, he seemed somewhat disappointed, touching the long, bloody gash on his chest that looked as if it had split his entire body in half.

This was the masterpiece of the Death Messenger's previous attack, a wound that hadn't healed for a long time.

After all, factually speaking, the current Death Messenger, in terms of pure power, had already reached the pinnacle of what a Divine Messenger could be.

"This body is weak, limiting my power."

"But fortunately, this vessel can still burn, allowing my strength to continuously return."

"I wager... you won't live to see the strongest form of this body..."

That's right, Pride's current phrasing never spoke of his strength increasing, but rather of his "strength returning."

As if, in his conception, the power he should possess was inherently above everyone else!

To automatically generate such a judgment in his mind even while knowing his strength was inferior, Pride truly was a master.

Yet these words were strangely effective, actually stunning the Death Messenger for a moment, causing her to frown and say:

"You... you're no longer Sin? Then who are you now?"

"This body? Ag... Agony?"

The casual words Pride had spoken were now believed, making the Death Messenger seem as if she had discovered some top-secret information.

"How weak. Does [Death] no longer have any decent underlings?"

Pride said with a laugh, looking at her like this, his disdain almost completely unconcealed. Not knowing to what extent his life was currently burning, he charged down once more.

At this point, the fighting style of both sides had approached a return to simplicity. There were no flashy, dazzling skills, just pure energy collisions!

As the giant axe descended once more with a trail of light, the Death Messenger's mind was still pondering whether she might be facing some other existence. In her haste, they collided violently!

This time, the space where their energies clashed shattered, and both were sent flying in opposite directions. As Lu Ce shot upwards, the Death Messenger was slammed heavily into the ground!

However, no matter what, Lu Ce was still more severely injured. The clothing on his upper body was completely shredded by the scythe's energy. Even the self-repair of the Illusion Cloak couldn't keep up with such damage.

So he simply decided not to wear it. Pride tore off his upper garment. The Illusion Cloak instantly split into two halves, wrapping around his forearms and transforming into armored vambraces.

His exposed upper body was like a sculpture, possessing a divine beauty. Even the blood seeping out now carried a faint golden sheen.

Relying on his own characteristics, he had forcefully suppressed that demonic aura. It was impossible to tell which faction he belonged to; he was solely focused on slaying the person before him.

That blazing gaze and intense ambition made the Death Messenger feel unbearably glaring. The weakness in her heart flared up, and she immediately wanted to maximize the use of her advantage.

Waving her hand, she commanded all the angels to continue their attack, then turned to look at the numerous Saints and spoke coldly:

"You all, isn't it time you acted?"

"This is your game too. God is watching your performance."

Everyone remained silent. Perfect Life had no intention of acting, having even secretly helped earlier. Wordcaster-Bai indicated his silence. Chiyo Eine was looking at Xie Antong's expression.

Even Sun was unwilling to attack "Sin" now; ganging up on him at this point was too tasteless.

Hearing the Death Messenger's words, he even retorted: "Which god is watching? Performance? Do I need them to watch me?"

That one sentence caused the energy of the Blasphemer's Medal to rise a whole level.

Meanwhile, Xie Antong, in an unnoticed corner, had taken out an hourglass.

The hourglass Lu Ce had thrown out. Others might not have noticed, but how could the All-Seeing Eye miss it!

In her view, the fact that this thing was thrown out was meant for her to see.

And what made her heart skip a beat now was that the sand inside the hourglass had already fallen past the halfway mark!

The meaning was clear: he intended to fight to kill the Death Messenger before his own life ran out.

Playing so close to the edge again...

Thinking this helplessly in her heart, on the other side, while these people weren't acting, some were still willing to.

"Death Messenger, are the things you promised earlier still valid?"

A Saint player suddenly shouted. Xie Antong glanced over and recognized the player's information—a world-ranked top fifty player.

"You think you have the qualification to bargain now?" the Death Messenger said coldly. "What was promised naturally remains valid."

As her words fell, several Saint players mingled into the angel ranks, beginning to attempt a siege. At the same time, the numerous angels unleashed tens of thousands of tendrils, pulling and dragging at Pride's body.

Blood flowed down his arms, staining the golden battle axe. Just as he was about to launch another charge, an ancient voice suddenly rang out in his mind!

"I feel the summons. You are worthy to be my master!"

[Divine Weapon Remnant Soul has been awakened. Gained recognition of the Extreme Path Battle Axe.]

[Divine Weapon Ascension initiated!]

[Extreme Path Battle Axe Note: Blood and endless battle, cleansing all decay!]