Of all the features and theurgies of the Space Guiding Stone, the space ball was the most astonishing one.
Since he hadn't even thought of analyzing the structure of the space ball, Zen was attacking the sphere blindly with the heavy sword.
He also unleashed powerful sword radiance with every attack. However, that only caused a little bit of damage to the space ball.
However, Zen didn't get frustrated.
Although the process was slow, he could see his progress. The first time he brandished his sword, a crack appeared on the space ball.
When he launched his second attack, the crack expanded and reached a bit further.
By his third hit, the entire sphere was looking like a spider's web of cracks.
Zen wasn't going to give up now.
He waved his sword for the fifth time, and the space ball broke into several tiny pieces.
It had taken him just five blows to destroy the space ball.
The second he succeeded in doing that, the golden coordinates turned black.
When he noticed that the Snake Spirit King's coordinates had changed color, Zen waved his sword at them once again. "Let's end this." He smiled.
'Without the protection of the space ball, I am sure that these coordinates will vanish after I hit them, ' he thought to himself.
"Is it over?"
"Is the damned Snake Spirit King finally going to die?"
"What's going on with his coordinates? Why did they become pitch black? Is something going to happen?"
The human spirits, the Monkey Masters, and the Bird Masters were all excited and nervous simultaneously as they stared at the sword radiance and the fight that seemed to be tipping in Zen's favor.
Just as the sword radiance had reached the coordinates, a black blade suddenly popped out from them.
The blade collided with the sword radiance and a loud metallic sound was heard.
To everyone's immense surprise, the black blade immediately destroyed the sword radiance.
Then a black snake slowly emerged from the coordinates. This was none other than the Snake Spirit King himself.
The Snake Spirit King had become much smaller than before now, although he was slightly bigger than Sewell. Regardless of his size, his appearance had changed a lot.
The snake's body had also turned pure black, just like the coordinates. Also, he was not just a snake now. He had grown a pair of locust's legs as sharp as a knife and a halberd-shaped spike was on his tail.
"My king!"
"Our king is still alive!"
"Oh yeah!"
The Snake Masters and the snake spirits had lost all hope upon seeing the space ball destroyed. They had been devoured by sorrow and despair at the thought that the Snake Spirit King could not come back to life now. What was more, Zen had taken out Sewell with a single strike. They were aware of what would happen to them if things didn't go their king's way.
It was beyond their dreams that not only would the king be alive, but also come out to defend against Zen's moves.
Naturally, they were thrilled.
"Hang on! What is that?"
"The Snake Spirit King has changed his form!"
"He looks more powerful than before!"
The people on the altar were surprised to see the improvements in the king's body.
The now small-looking Snake Spirit King came down like a leaf and stood in front of Zen.
Hiss!
The Snake Spirit King brought out his forked tongue.
His golden, slated eyes were filled with a strong will of hatred. At the same time, there was also a hint of pleasure in his eyes.
"It looks like I should thank you for giving me such powers," the Snake Spirit King hissed.
He could feel that he was much stronger than he had ever been before, even if his size did not betray it.
There were no words which could describe the amount of his newly acquired strength.
He had obtained a power that was much stronger than any creature of the main world had ever imagined of. His power was now of such magnitude that finding it was only possible in the Deep Space.
However, he was displeased with the black light.
'Since the black light possesses such strength, why didn't I get it earlier?' he thought to himself.
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