Chapter 370: Battle with Frode

Li Ye showed no sign of weakness. With an innate domineering aura, his eyes were firm as he stared straight at Frode, showing no intention of retreating.

Frode frowned slightly, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes, as if he was dissatisfied with Li Ye's rudeness:

"Humph, you ignorant boy, in that case, let me teach you what reverence is!"

Before he finished speaking, he flashed and rushed towards Li Ye like a bolt of white lightning. His speed was so fast that people could hardly see his figure.

As he moved, a faint golden halo appeared around his body, just like holy wings spreading behind him.
This is where his nickname "Holy Butterfly" comes from, and it also highlights his elegant and deadly fighting style.

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 caused Li Ye's arm to feel slightly numb, but he relied on his strong will to stand firmly in place.

Frode used this reaction force to flip in the air and landed lightly to the side, like a dancing butterfly. His movements were extremely graceful, yet murderous.

"What a fast speed!" Li Ye exclaimed in his heart, and at the same time he had a deeper understanding of Frode's strength.

He knew that the opponent before him was no ordinary person and that he had to give it his all if he wanted to win.

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 his spiritual power into the Longquan Sword. Lightning flashed on the sword body, making crackling sounds, like a thunder dragon ready to strike.

"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. A deep gully was blasted out on the ground, and the surrounding darkness seemed to be torn open by the lightning.

Frode's eyes shone, and he felt the powerful force of this move. He didn't dare to take it head-on, and quickly whispered: "Xila, shield!"

In an instant, the guardian spirit Xila's butterfly-winged figure emerged and spread her wings to form an indestructible shield.

The lightning struck the shield, making a deafening roar. The powerful energy impact caused Frode's body to step back a few steps.
But his defensive barrier remained solid, and Xila's shield flashed a faint blue light, blocking this wave of deadly attacks.

"As expected of the second 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. At this moment, he was thinking:

"This Frode's defense is so strong, it seems that we have to find a way to break his defense. Judging from his moves and the ability of his guardian spirit, the water attribute power is extremely difficult to deal with. We have to avoid his edge and find his flaws."

On Frode's side, although he successfully resisted Li Ye's attack, he was also full of surprise.

"This kid is so powerful. It seems that today's battle will not be easy. However, it is not that easy to get past me."

He tightly grasped the long sword in his hand, looked at Li Ye firmly, and secretly calculated the next tactics in his heart, while silently saying: "Xila, prepare for the flood."

At the moment the two looked at each other, the air around them seemed to freeze, and a tense atmosphere filled the entire battlefield.

In the dark sky, dark clouds began to roll and surge, like ferocious beasts roaring, and seemed to be trembling with the 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 through the darkness. The sound of swords clashing and the roar of spiritual power intertwined together, playing a thrilling battle melody.

Frode's figure was ghostly, wandering around Li Ye, swinging his sword from time to time. Waves of water knives shot out from the tip of the sword, like sharp crescents, cutting the surrounding air and making sharp whistling sounds.

Li Ye relied on the sharpness of the Longquan Sword to block left and right. The purple-gold spiritual power formed a defensive barrier around him, deflecting the incoming water knives one after another, while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

Suddenly, Frode jumped back, distanced himself from Li Ye, and shouted, "Flood!" A surging flood gushed out from under his feet, like a river bursting its banks, rushing towards Li Ye.

The flood instantly submerged the surrounding land, with waves several feet high and carrying endless power. Wherever it went, everything was washed away. Li Ye's face changed slightly when he saw this. He knew the power of the flood very well. If he was caught in it, he would be in trouble. He immediately activated his spiritual power, kicked the ground with both feet, and rushed into the sky like a cannonball, trying to avoid the impact of the flood.

Frode looked at Li Ye rushing into the sky, a sneer flashed in his eyes: "Want to run? Not that easy! Butterfly wings!" A pair of butterfly-shaped wings mimicked by spiritual power instantly appeared behind him, carrying him quickly into the air and chasing after Li Ye.

In the air, Frode was moving faster. He swung the sword in his hand, and several waves of water knives shot towards Li Ye again. The water knives flashed cold light in the night sky, like sharp arrows.

Li Ye dodged the water knife's attack flexibly in the air, secretly complaining in his heart: "This Frode's mobility in the air is so strong, it seems that what he said about not being good at aerial combat is false, I have to think of a countermeasure quickly."

While dodging, he observed Frode's movements, trying to find his flaws. At this time, the flood on the ground was still raging, and layers of black ripples appeared on the dark water, as if hiding countless dangers.

The two men fought back and forth in the air, the battle became more and more intense, and every confrontation created dazzling sparks.

Li Ye twisted and turned in the air, looking for a gap between Frode's attacks, and shouted, "Purple Gold Sky-Splitting Slash!"

The Longquan Sword was wrapped in powerful purple-gold spiritual power, drawing a huge arc of sword energy in the air, carrying the power to split mountains and rocks, and heading straight for Frode.

Frode's eyes flashed, and the water elements around him instantly boiled. He shouted in a low voice: "Xila, butterfly cocoon!" In an instant, a layer of water cocoon shell covered with sharp thorns tightly protected him.

The sword energy slashed the cocoon shell, causing a deafening roar, and the spiritual energy sparks that splashed were as brilliant as fireworks. Although the cocoon shell withstood the attack, it also began to crack under the powerful impact.

Frode was secretly shocked: "This kid's strength is so terrifying. If he continues like this, my defense will be broken sooner or later."

At the same time, Li Ye landed, and he was also worried: "This Frode's defense is weird, and the water attribute power changes a lot. A long battle will not be good for me."

While Li Ye was landing on the ground, Frode quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered: "The Last Judgment·The Wrath of Leviathan!" As soon as he finished speaking, the flood on the ground suddenly surged, and a huge sea monster's tentacle broke out of the water, carrying a tremendous force and smashing towards Li Ye.

Wherever the tentacles passed, the air was distorted and deformed, and the ground was shaken by the powerful force, leaving spider-web-like cracks.

Li Ye didn't have time to think, he kicked the ground with his feet, dodged to the side, and slammed his tentacles heavily on the ground, creating a deep pit several feet wide, and splashing dirt and rocks everywhere.

Li Ye took advantage of the gap when Frode was performing his ultimate move to mobilize all the spiritual power in his body, and the light of the Longquan Sword became brighter: "Thunder Spirit Frenzy!" Countless purple-gold lightning rushed out from the sword, sweeping towards Frode like a surging tide.

Wherever the lightning went, the air was ionized and emitted a pungent smell, and the surrounding darkness was illuminated by the lightning as if it were daytime.

When Frode saw the lightning coming, he hurriedly summoned Xila, "Shield!" Xila spread his wings, forming a blue light shield.

The lightning struck the shield, making crackling sounds. The shield's light flickered and was on the verge of crumbling under the impact of the lightning.

"We can't passively defend anymore!" Frode roared in his heart. He took a deep breath and urged the guardian spirit Xila with all his strength, "Drowned the dead souls!" Countless water ghosts killed by Xila emerged from the flood. They bared their fangs and claws, dragged iron chains, and pounced madly towards Li Ye.

Wherever the water ghost passed, black ripples appeared on the water surface, as if even life was swallowed up.

Li Ye was surrounded by water ghosts. He waved the Longquan Sword, lightning flashed, and he repelled the approaching water ghosts one after another.

But there were so many water ghosts, and they kept coming. Li Ye gradually became overwhelmed. He got several wounds on his body, and blood stained his clothes red.

"You think you can trap me with just these?" Li Ye gritted his teeth, a fierce look flashed in his eyes. He activated the power of the Martial God Body, and the purple-gold light around him suddenly increased several times.
"Break it for me!" With a roar, a powerful force erupted with Li Ye as the center, shattering the surrounding water ghosts. The flood was also washed away by this force, forming a huge whirlpool.

Frode frowned upon seeing this and said, "This kid still has such a strong power hidden. It seems that we have to use all our strength."

He raised his hands high, "Power of the Ancient Sea God!" The seawater quickly gathered and condensed in the air into a giant statue in the shape of Poseidon, the sea god in Greek mythology.
The giant held a trident in his hand, exuding tremendous momentum, looking down at Li Ye as if he wanted to crush him.

Li Ye looked at the giant in front of him, and an unprecedented pressure surged in his heart, but he did not retreat at all. He tightened the Longquan Sword in his hand and thought to himself:

"No matter what means you have, I will get through this today!" At this time, the giant waved the trident, and a huge water tornado roared towards Li Ye. The water tornado was wrapped in a strong suction force, and everything around it was sucked into it.

(End of this chapter)