The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Seraya crashed into the stone platform with a thunderous boom, cracks spiderwebbing beneath her body. A part of the arena that had already turned to rubble raised dust up into the air.

The impact rattled her.

Qilin is a flame element that bears some likeness to destruction — half of him is destruction. That part of him fuels his strength.

His overwhelming strength knocked Seraya to the ground. She stood no chance against the strike.

However, she wasn’t at the point of helplessness. She only sustained a few small bruises, but no bones were broken.

But before she could even gather her breath, Nirvana’s colossal dragon form descended with a sweeping wing strike.

The ground trembled, and the sheer force sent a shockwave that flattened everything within a fifty-meter radius.

The arena shook violently this time.

However, like before, only cheers rang out from all sides. Klaus and Seraya’s battle had attracted a lot of attention, especially when the four teenagers joined in.

Seraya rolled, barely avoiding the strike, her hair whipping wildly as arcs of lightning surged around her.

Without wasting precious time, she snarled and slammed her palm into the ground with great force, causing it to shake. Her lightning surge our filling a large part of the arena.

She could sense the pressure from Nirvana, so she wasn’t holding back again.

The same pressure could be felt from the other three and even more from Klaus. Obviously, she saw that Klaus and the four teenagers were no ordinary people.

Also, while she doesn’t know the origin of the four teenagers, she recognised them as Flame Spirits. That told her all she had to know.

Killing them is pointless.

However, she can’t afford to ignore them. They are dangerous.

Just when her fist struck the ground, lightning detonated.

A massive pillar of crackling blue shot upward, punching through Nirvana’s chest and sending the dragon spiralling back with a pained roar.

Fury’s eyes widened.

“Nirvana!”

Naturally, that wasn’t something flame spirits should be able to do—emotions aren’t something they should feel. However, when he saw his sister hurt, Fury reacted.

His white flame body expanded explosively as he lunged forward, a soul-shredding wave rippling from his maw.

He is angry, and that can be seen in his eyes and felt from the aura radiating off him

Seraya clicked her tongue and flickered sideways, but Fury’s roar still struck her deep in the soul.

“AaaarrrgggHHH”

Seraya screamed, her soul quivering violently. Blood drooled from the corner of her lips as her soul shook violently.

However, her worry is far from over. Void appeared above her instantly, with her phoenix wings spread wide.

The power of the void was radiating off her wings as she placed Seraya in her focus.

“Break.”

Her flames cascaded downward like a waterfall, causing hundreds of tiny fractures to appear in the void.

Space fractured into black shards, each shard carrying the destructive force of her flame. As the flame surges forward, these shards move with it.

Seraya’s instincts screamed for her to take adequate action, or else she would regret it. She crossed her swords and unleashed a Stormburst.

Lightning exploded upward, clashing with Void’s descent.

The collision created yet another explosion.

Flames and lightning tore across the arena, ripping apart the edges of the protective barrier and sending spectators stumbling back.

However, a second layer of force field was raised, protecting them from being injured. In response, instead of becoming weary, their cheers rang out even more loudly now.

Klaus was already moving.

He vanished in a burst of flame and reappeared behind Seraya in an instant. The Flame Eater Bow crackled with fire qi as he drew it to full span. It was a point-blank draw.

Seraya instantly sensed death.

She spun midair, eyes wide, and threw both swords toward him in instinctive desperation.

The distance between her and Klaus is just 15 meters. There is not enough time to teleport or distance herself, so she became desperate.

The blades curved like twin lightning vipers and raced for Klaus’ throat and heart in an effort to distract him from being able to release the arrow.

However, even if he were to release the arrow, its lethality would decrease somewhat since he would be distracted.

However, her luck ran out when she injured Nirvana.

Qilin, the quiet one, intervened.

He warped between Seraya and Klaus in a flash of golden-silver fire, his body swelling into his Supreme beast form. In no time, he stood 120 meters tall, his body covered in law-infused, flame-metallic scales.

The swords clanged against his scales and were sent spinning into the sky.

But Qilin didn’t stop.

He stomped, his metallic legs causing a thunderous force on the ground.

A wave of desolation—silent, invisible, mournful—rushed outward. Qilin completely disregarded his rebirth nature and tapped into the core essence of his destructive qualities.

With every stomp, the entire arena shakes.

Seraya’s lightning flickered violently. For the first time, fear flashed across her face as her storm domain opened.

“Pointless,” Qilin’s thunderous voice filled the entire arena, causing even a few battles happening in the other arenas to go into a momentary pause just to see what could invoke such authority.

When they saw Qilin’s majestic self, many trembled.

Klaus winked at Qilin before releasing the arrow.

The world turned gold-red when the arrow left his bow.

The flaming arrow roared across the sky like a miniature sun, splitting the storm clouds and tearing through the air inside Seraya’s domain with a pressure that made even the immortals watching flinch.

The flame law Klaus had woven into the arrow sent them into a state of panic.

Seraya raised her arms in a cross-block, lightning igniting wildly around her.

However, it wasn’t enough to stop the [Sun Beam Arrow]

BOOOOOM!!!

The explosion consumed her, swallowing her whole in a pillar of roaring fire. The arena shook, fragments breaking off.

However, this wouldn’t be a floating city if a mere explosion of flame could do any damage to it.

It stood still.

However, the explosion’s reaction was enough to tell what kind of battle was happening.

The barrier trembled; however, it held firm.

This time, some of the spectators screamed. However, the cheers soon swallowed the screams.

Klaus lowered his bow and exhaled.

Void floated beside him, eyes narrowing.

“Did we get here?” He asked.

Klaus shook his head, “No, however, the next one will get her.”

“Oh. She is strong then.” Klaus just smiles.

From inside the blaze came a pulse.

Then another.

Then a scream so sharp it made the air vibrate.

Lightning burst outward, ripping Klaus’s flames apart.

From within, Seraya stepped forward, body smoking, clothes torn, eyes glowing like twin miniature stars.

She is furious.

Her aura surged to another level—something bordering on insanity.

Perhaps, looking at Klaus in his clean clothes, she became ultra mad.

“You think… this is enough to kill me!?”

Klaus smiled and shook his head, “But of course not, Madam Immortal Seraya. What kind of father will I be to these young ones if I deprive them of a good battle? That arrow was just the appetizer.”