The black lines covered all over Henry's body. The purple holy sword was reassembled, and there was a black Death Qi around it.
Behind Henry, the gigantic True Spirit wielded a red divine sword and struck out at Atkins.
"The so-called rules also have fixed amounts of energy. If you exceed this range, would you be able to easily control them?" Henry also slashed out with the divine sword in his hand.
This time, the expression on Atkins's face changed slightly. He continued to say the word 'spread', but this time, he did not stand there as still as he had before. Instead, his figure swiftly retreated. The place where old man Atkins had just stood had been chopped off, and even the top of the mountain had been flattened.
Although Atkins had mentioned the rules, just like Henry had said, when one's power exceeded the limits of the rules that Atkins could control, he would still be able to cause some injuries. After all, if there were no restrictions on Atkins' rules, he would have long ago become invincible in this world.
Since the last battle with Gaspare, Henry had considered the so-called problem of the Tao and the Dharma. Although Gaspare was arrogant, in fact, he only exaggerated everything.
Both the Tao described by Gaspare and the rules spoken by Atkins were a kind of energy gathering. Although it was important to be familiar with these rules, what was more important was the amount of energy one could control. When the amount of energy reached a certain level, the so-called rules would not be so useful, unless the rules mastered by this person were also extremely terrifying. But did such a person really exist?
The Purple Moon appeared in the sky and absorbed the energy from the surroundings. It continuously supported Henry's body.
Atkins stood there and looked at Henry. He let out a sigh, "The killing intent is too strong. It should be suppressed!"
When the word "suppressed" came out, a giant hand slapped down from the sky. This giant hand was over a hundred metres in size, and it looked as if it was going to collapse this mountain.
Once the words left his mouth, Atkins' every single word would turn into an attack. As long as he was willing, the rules that he controlled would be incomparably terrifying. In fact, to those who were weak, Atkins' words could even become the guide of fate.
"Suppress me?" Henry snorted coldly. He raised the divine sword in his hand, and the True Spirit behind him made the same move. The enormous red divine sword slashed towards the giant hand in the sky.
The giant hand that was pressing downwards was split apart by the sword of the red holy sword.
On the mountainside, the leaders of the major forces, who were ready to climb the mountain, saw such a scene. Everyone opened their mouths wide and was shocked by this scene.
"Lightning!"
"Wind!"
"Rain!"
The thunder was mixed with wind blades and rain. Each raindrop contained the power of thunder, and the raindrops fell to the ground, resulting in a violent explosion.
These violent attacks were all aimed at Henry alone.
With one hand, Henry held the divine sword horizontally in front of him, and the sword ray suddenly rose sharply. At that moment, a hot fire began to burn, and the rain falling from the sky instantly evaporated.
"Just as I expected."
Henry held a sword and stood in the air.
"As long as it is some type of energy, it can change its attributes within a certain amount of physical strength. If that's the case, then...."
The divine sword in Henry's hand suddenly dissipated. He pinched out the shape of a tiger with one hand and the shape of a crane with the other.
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