Chapter 369: Holy Butterfly Frode

In the dark and eerie monitoring room inside Tartarus Castle, Jack the Clown frowned and stared anxiously at the scene outside reflected in the crystal ball.

He was wearing a colorful suit that was flashy yet eerie, and the bells on his clothes made a crisp yet disturbing sound as he walked hurriedly.

His exaggerated green curly hair was disheveled, and coupled with his pale face and scarlet lips, he looked even more eerie in the dim light.

In the crystal ball, Li Ye's figure was like a god of war. Every time he swung the Longquan sword, he brought out a tremendous force that was enough to change the world. The purple-gold lightning was like an angry ancient beast, constantly attacking Tartarus's spiritual barrier.

Jack's hands clenched unconsciously, his knuckles turned white from the force, and his narrow eyes were full of panic and helplessness.

As the devil No. 13 created by King himself, Jack possesses powerful enough to turn the world upside down.

But now, King is sealed, and the shackles that bound his power seem to have become indestructible.

He tried to mobilize the strength in his body, but every time he tried, he only felt a piercing pain, as if countless steel needles were piercing his meridians. The strength in his body was like a trapped beast, tightly imprisoned and unable to be released at all.

"What should I do!" Jack cursed in a low voice, his voice full of anxiety and despair.

He knew very well that with the strength Li Ye had shown now, if he continued like this, it would only be a matter of time before the spiritual barrier was broken.

Once the barrier is broken and Li Ye breaks into Tartarus, the consequences will be disastrous.

But he was powerless. This deep feeling of powerlessness was like an invisible net that bound him tightly and almost suffocated him.
His eyes moved back and forth between the crystal ball and the complex magic instruments in the monitoring room, trying to find even a glimmer of hope, but all he saw were the cold instruments and the constantly flashing but meaningless rune lights.

His brain was working rapidly, recalling the countermeasures King had told him in the past, wondering if there was any way to break through the current predicament of having his power locked. However, everything was in vain.

At this time, Li Ye's attack outside became more and more fierce, the cracks on the spiritual power barrier spread rapidly like a spider web, and the dark blue light became dimmer.

Jack's heartbeat accelerated rapidly, cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead and sliding down his pale cheeks. He knew that there was not much time left for Tartarus and for himself.

"Let me do it! I'll go meet him!" A dashing young man dressed in white armor and dressed like a medieval Crusader Knight came out.

He wears a long sword on his waist and has a strong aura. He is the third knight of the Kingdom Organization, the Holy Butterfly - Frode.

In the Kingdom Organization, Holy Butterfly - Frode holds a respected position and is the third-ranked knight. He is extremely powerful, and his fighting style is elegant and deadly. He is famous for his lightning-fast sword skills and powerful divine power.

Frode nodded slightly, turned around and strode towards the castle gate. Each of his steps was steady and powerful, bringing up a gust of wind. His white cloak fluttered behind him, demonstrating his confidence and fearlessness.

Outside the castle, Li Ye was about to swing his sword to attack again, when suddenly, the tightly closed door began to sway slowly.
As the tightly closed door of Tartarus slowly began to shake, Li Ye's eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle, staring closely at the door that was about to open. The purple-gold spiritual light around him became more and more dazzling, like a scorching sun that was about to explode, ready to meet new challenges at any time.

He was both excited and wary. He was excited because he was about to face a new and powerful opponent, but he was wary because of the unknown danger. "Finally, there is movement. I hope this one is of some importance."

Li Ye pondered secretly, and the Longquan sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if he was eager to drink the enemy's blood.

The door slowly opened, and a dazzling white light poured out from inside the door, instantly dispelling the surrounding darkness.

Holy Butterfly——Frode, wearing white armor, appeared in front of Li Ye like a god. His armor was engraved with exquisite golden patterns, shining with sacred brilliance under the light. The hilt of the long sword at his waist was inlaid with dazzling gems, emitting soft blue light. Frode had a handsome and resolute face, with confidence and majesty in his eyes. He raised his head slightly, looked at Li Ye, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if announcing his strength to his opponent.

"Who are you? Why are you trespassing in Tartarus?" Frode's voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the air like a huge bell. "Li Ye of the Hall of Heroes, today we are going to break into Tartarus!"

Li Ye showed no sign of weakness and responded loudly, with an innate arrogance in his voice.

Frode frowned slightly, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes: "Humph, you ignorant boy, in that case, let me teach you what reverence is!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure flashed and rushed towards Li Ye like a streak of white lightning.

As he moved, a faint golden halo appeared around his body, like holy wings. This was the origin of his title "Holy Butterfly" and also the embodiment of his fighting style - elegant and deadly.

Seeing this, Li Ye immediately raised the Longquan Sword and held it horizontally in front of him to block. "Dang!" With a loud sound, like the sound of a huge bell, Frode's long sword collided with the Longquan Sword, splashing a dazzling spark.

The powerful impact made Li Ye's arm numb slightly, but he relied on his tenacious will to stand firmly in place. Frode used this reaction force to flip his body in the air and landed lightly on the side, like a dancing butterfly, with extremely graceful movements.

"What a fast speed!" Li Ye secretly marveled in his heart, and at the same time he had a deeper understanding of Frode's strength. He knew that the opponent in front of him was no ordinary person, and if he wanted to win, he had to go all out.

So, Li Ye took a deep breath and mobilized the spiritual power in his body. The purple-gold light instantly enveloped his body more tightly.

He injected spiritual power into the Longquan Sword, and lightning flashed on the sword body, making crackling sounds.

"Look at my move, the purple lightning shines brightly!" Li Ye shouted, and swung the Longquan sword in his hand violently. A huge purple-gold lightning with destructive power roared towards Frode.

Wherever the lightning passed, the air was instantly ignited, emitting a pungent burnt smell, and a deep gully was blasted out on the ground.

Frode's eyes shone, feeling the powerful force of this move. He didn't dare to take it head-on, and quickly waved the long sword in his hand, drawing golden arcs in front of him, forming a golden defensive barrier.

The lightning struck the barrier with a deafening roar. The powerful energy impact caused Frode's body to retreat a few steps slightly, but his defensive barrier remained solid.

"As expected of the third knight of the Kingdom Organization, he is really capable!" Li Ye admired Frode's strength more and more, but this also stimulated his fighting spirit even more.

He swung the Longquan Sword again, preparing to launch the next round of attack. Although Frode successfully resisted Li Ye's attack, he was also full of surprise.

"This kid's strength is so strong. It seems that today's battle will not be easy." He tightly gripped the sword in his hand, looked at Li Ye with a firm gaze, and secretly planned the next tactics in his heart.

In the dark sky, dark clouds began to roll and surge, as if they were trembling because of this fierce battle.

On the ground, the land destroyed by the aftermath of the battle was in ruins, and the cracks were like ferocious beasts, showing the cruelty of the battle with their fangs and claws.

Li Ye and Frode moved at the same time, their figures quickly shuttled in the darkness, the sound of swords clashing and the roar of spiritual power intertwined together.

As the battle continued, the strength of both men gradually became fully revealed. Li Ye knew how powerful Frode was, but he was confident that he would definitely be the final winner.

(End of this chapter)