Everything calmed down again.
The purple light all over the sky disappeared. On the battlefield, Henry and Fingal stood facing each other.
The four Battle Spirits behind Henry had disappeared, but the True Spirit behind Fingal was still there, although it had become blurred.
Seeing such a scene, Alene believed that Sy I had been defeated, which was expected. Fingal was a renowned excellent fighter, and he had way passed the status of the lords. In the four regions, few people could fight against Fingal. It was already an achievement for Henry to have such a wonderful battle against Fingal at such a young age. There could hardly be another young person who could do as much as Henry did.
Horsly said with a chuckle, "Alene, this young man of yours is too arrogant. Our senior lord will teach him how to behave. Take my advice, be humble..."
In the middle of his sentence, Horsly suddenly stopped. He widened his eyes and exclaimed, "What?"
Alene was also stunned by what happened in front of his eyes.
Fingal's True Spirit was still there, but its one hundred and twenty meters tall figure was split in half from the waist.
A painful expression appeared on the face of the True Spirit, and Fingal's eyes became dull.
Every True Spirit was formed out of the soul of a great fighter after their death, and such process was long and painful.
The True Spirit wasn't a living being. No one knew where it would go after it dissipated, and no one had ever seen one dissipated.
But that day, Fingal's True Spirit dissipated in front of everyone's eyes.
When Fingal's True Spirit started to fade away, his mouth, eyes, nose, and ears started to bleed.
For a Spirit-controlling master, his True Spirit was his everything. At the advanced level such as Fingal's, he and his True Spirt had merged into one. Fingal was very old. It was his True Spirit who enabled him to be still alive.
Henry destroyed Fingal's True Spirit with one strike!
Such a scene stunned Alene and Horsly. It had never crossed their minds that they would witness the destruction of a True Spirit, but it was what had happened.
Henry didn't look at Fingal. He knew what would happen after his swing of the sword.
Behind Henry, a yellow shadow appeared slightly and quickly disappeared.
Henry turned to leave.
At that moment, Fingal's limbs exploded. Blood gushed, flesh splashed, and he was gone.
"Impossible! Impossible! Impossible! How could this be possible!" Horsly muttered to himself hysterically. He couldn't believe what he saw. Horsly even doubted if he was experiencing the reality.
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