The Romance of the Immortal Cauldron

Chapter 2264 Heavy damage

At the severed arm of the monster, black gas rolled like boiling water, making a hissing sound, as if countless wronged souls were wailing.

A distorted ghost face vaguely emerged from the black air, hideous and terrifying, as if silently accusing some deep resentment.

The ghost face sometimes condensed and sometimes dissipated, as if struggling to break free from some kind of restraints, but being pulled back by an invisible force.

The black gas kept surging, trying to condense into the shape of an arm again, but every time it condensed halfway, it would disintegrate again, as if it was suppressed by some force.

Matthew stood not far away, his legs trembling slightly, as if he would fall down at any moment.

His body was already at the limit of its limit. The wound on his abdomen continued to bleed, staining his tattered clothes red.

Blood dripped from the corner of his clothes to the ground, forming a pool of dark red blood.

His breathing was heavy and rapid, and every breath seemed to use up all his strength. His chest heaved violently, and sweat and blood mixed together, slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the cold ground.

However, despite his shaky body, Matthew's eyes remained firm as iron.

He held the Heavenly Punishment Sword tightly in his hand, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly, as if responding to the remaining power in his body.

There was a faint light flickering on the sword. Although the light was dim, it carried a majesty that could not be ignored, as if announcing that the end of the battle had not yet come.

"It's not over yet..."

Matthew murmured in a low voice, his voice was hoarse and weak, but it was filled with an unquestionable determination.

A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, which contained contempt for monsters and confidence in himself.

What the four beast kings had never done before was accomplished by him now.

He cut off the monster's arm, breaking its nearly invincible defense.

Despite the heavy price, he still stood here, still holding his sword, still facing the huge monster.

The monster's roar sounded again, shaking the earth.

Its body was as huge as a mountain, and every step it took caused deep cracks in the ground.

There was a raging rage burning in its eyes, which was not only hatred for Matthew, but also a desire for victory.

It couldn't accept that it was forced into such a situation by a human, and it couldn't accept the fact that its arm was cut off.

"Roar--!"

The monster let out an earth-shaking roar and suddenly rushed towards Matthew.

It was moving at an extremely fast speed, and its huge body left a trail in the air, causing a gust of wind and blowing up gravel and dust on the ground.

Its goal was clear: to completely destroy Matthew and end this humiliating battle.

Matthew stood there, his body swaying slightly, as if he would fall down at any time.

His vision was already a little blurry, and the monster in front of him seemed to have turned into a huge black shadow, approaching him with an endless sense of oppression.

However, there was no fear in his heart, but instead a strong desire to fight arose.

He knew that he could no longer withstand the monster's next attack, but he still refused to give up.

His sword is still in hand, his will is still firm.

Just as the monster was about to rush to Matthew, Matthew suddenly raised the Sword of Heavenly Punishment in his hand.

The light on the sword suddenly lit up. The light was no longer the pure purple light before, but was mixed with the surging but exhausted power in Matthew's body, showing a strange and enchanting color.

This light seemed to have life, jumping and entwining around the sword, like a burning flame or a lively elf, responding to the last strength in his body.

There was a flash of determination in Matthew's eyes, a determination that disregarded life and death.

His pupils contracted sharply as he stared at the mountain-like monster in front of him, as if he wanted to engrave it into the depths of his soul.

He knew very well that this might be his last chance. If he failed to deal a fatal blow to the monster, complete destruction would be waiting for him.

His lips trembled slightly, as if he was muttering something, which might be the desire for victory or the memories of the past.

Then he swung the sword violently, his body twisting with the swing of the sword, every muscle tense and every nerve burning.

His movements were like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, swift and powerful. The Heavenly Punishment Sword drew an arc in the air, making a sharp whistling sound, and slashed towards the monster.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and the only thing left in the world was him and the shining sword.

"Boom!" The sword light collided with the monster's body, making a deafening sound.

The loud noise was like a thunder explosion in Matthew's ears, causing pain in his eardrums. The surrounding air seemed to be distorted by the impact force.

The sound penetrated the layers of darkness and echoed in the cave for a long time.

The huge impact force caused Matthew's body to fly backwards suddenly. He drew an arc in the air and fell uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string.

He fell heavily to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.

Dust filled the air with a pungent smell, which penetrated into his nose and mouth, making him cough uncontrollably.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, splashing in the air and falling on the dry ground, and was instantly absorbed.

His vision began to become blurry, and the whole world seemed to be spinning. Various colors intertwined together, making him dizzy.

However, even in such a desperate situation, he still held the Heavenly Punishment Sword tightly in his hand.

The sword had now become his last resort and his belief in persevering.

Although the light on the sword was dim, it had not yet gone out, and the faint light flickered in the darkness.

However, at this moment, the Sky Punishment Sword was already covered with countless cracks of varying lengths, like a broken spider web, and each crack seemed to be announcing its imminent collapse.

Matthew turned his head and looked at the Heavenly Punishment Sword in his hand, with a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

He gently stroked the sword, and when his fingers touched the cracks, a feeling of sourness surged in his heart.

He knew that the sword might be about to leave him, but he could do nothing about it.

At this moment, the fingers of Matthew's other hand moved slightly, and a ball of flame-colored energy quietly appeared.

This ball of energy spun and jumped around his fingers like a living thing, emitting a scorching heat.

Soon, the flame-colored energy enveloped his entire body like a warm armor, giving him strength and a sense of security.

Especially his pierced abdomen, which was now surrounded by a ball of flame-shaped energy. The energy kept beating, as if trying to repair his wounds.

"Master, this is all I can do."

At this time, the weak voice of Suzaku was heard from the Qinglong bracelet.

The voice was tired and helpless, yet full of concern.

Matthew felt warm in his heart, he knew that Suzaku had exhausted all his strength to help him.

He nodded slightly and said softly, "Thank you, Suzaku."