Chapter 1256 Gods Can Also Bleed!

Finally, in that decisive fistfight, Alora's fist collided violently with the iron fist of the Chakravartin. The air seemed to freeze at that moment, and time seemed to stop.

There was an unyielding light in Alora's eyes, which was a fight against fate and a challenge to power.

However, although she had tried her best and even raised her strength to the limit, everything seemed so small in front of the Chakravartin's steady and terrifying power like a mountain.

The fist of the Chakravartin was covered with an indescribable metallic luster, as if every inch of skin had been tempered countless times and was extremely hard.

When the two forces collided, Alora's fist was like encountering the most violent storm, and it collapsed in an instant, turning into dots of light. That was a sign that the energy in her body was out of control and dissipated, like the brightest meteor in the night sky, but it disappeared in the endless darkness in an instant.

The fragments of energy flickered in the air, like unwilling tears, and finally dissipated into the void, leaving a silence. Alora's hands, the hands that had held hope and courage countless times, now became the deepest pain in her heart.

Bones and flesh mixed together to form a shocking picture, as if it was nature's punishment for excessive challengers, reminding everyone who witnessed this scene of the limits and costs of power.

Although the action of force in physics is mutual, this principle seems to be no longer so absolute in the face of absolute power gap.

The body of the Chakravartin, as if carved from immortal stone, although it also bears the reaction force, there are only a few hair-thin cracks on his arms, which are almost not even skin injuries for him.

A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, which was contempt for victory and disdain for challengers.

"I am a true god, and mortals cannot resist me!"

However, this smile did not last long, because his body was quietly changing.

As the fragments of Alora's energy dissipated, the blazing fire on the body of the Wheel King seemed to have found an outlet for venting. It spread rapidly like a greedy venomous snake along the tiny cracks on the Wheel King's arms caused by the fist fight.

That fire is a symbol of sin and the unresolved resentment in the depths of the soul. Once ignited, it cannot be easily extinguished.

One of the Wheel King's arms was quickly dyed black, as if swallowed by the abyss. Then, accompanied by a dull explosion, the arm turned into ashes and drifted away with the wind.

The spread of the fire did not stop. It continued to penetrate into his body along the damaged part of the Wheel King's arm. Wherever it went, life was destroyed, and even the seemingly indestructible body of the Wheel King could not be spared.

The three arms turned into ashes one after another, and the back was covered with a large area of ​​black. That was the trace of the erosion of the fire, indicating the decline of the Wheel King's power and the collapse of his body.

The sudden change made the face of the Wheel King turn pale in an instant, which was a kind of despair beyond fear.

The erosion of the fire and the pain of the broken arm made him scream miserably, and he retreated repeatedly, and every step seemed to be escaping from some unspeakable horror.

He never thought that he, the true god who ruled countless worlds, would one day face such a desperate situation.

His self-confidence and pride were completely shattered at this moment.

If he had not been injured, Alora's fire might have taken longer to find a breakthrough, but it was this insignificant scar that became the starting point of destruction.

"Gods can also bleed." Alora's voice rang in the ears of the Chakravartin, with a sense of pleasure and determination for revenge.

She seized the opportunity, and her hands, which had regained their strength, were like a storm, and dense fist shadows enveloped the Chakravartin.

The Chakravartin fought hastily. Although he was still powerful, he still had many flaws under Alora's almost crazy attack.

Alora keenly caught one of the flaws. She rushed towards the Wheel King desperately, even at the cost of losing her other arm.

Her fist, with the sound of breaking wind, hit the Wheel King's face fiercely. At that moment, it seemed that even the air was torn apart.

The face of the Wheel King, which was once a symbol of his pride and majesty, now had several clear cracks. Blood and red karma fire intertwined together, forming a terrifying picture.

The karma fire was like an invisible evil beast, biting the Wheel King's cheek fiercely. The flames were not only hot, but also contained endless resentment and curses, as if to devour his soul.

The flames spread rapidly, covering half of his cheek. The face of the Wheel King looked distorted and hideous under the reflection of the karma fire. The dark flames seemed to merge with his skin, twisting the once sacred and solemn face into a fierce ghost in hell.

An unprecedented fear and anger surged in the heart of the Wheel King.

He quickly mobilized the energy of his whole body, trying to suppress the insidious flame with his divine power, but the karmic fire seemed to be mutually exclusive with his power. Every time he suppressed it, it was like using sand to block a flood that had broken through a dam, and the effect was minimal.

Under the influence of this power, a faint golden light began to emerge around the body of the Wheel King.

The golden light and the karmic fire intertwined, forming a thrilling picture.

The Wheel King roared in pain, and his body trembled constantly in the collision of the golden light and the karmic fire, as if he would collapse at any time.

After a difficult struggle, he finally managed to save his face from being completely devoured, but the dark color was like a brand that could never be erased, becoming his eternal shame.

Under the thunderbolt of the Wheel King, Alora's arms were instantly shattered like fragile porcelain, but her body seemed to have some incredible regenerative power. After just a moment of trembling, the two broken arms grew back at an astonishing speed, as if they had never been hurt.

Her eyes flashed with madness and hunger, like a combination of an enraged mad dog and a hungry wolf, tightly locking onto the Wheel King, vowing to tear this prey apart completely.

The flames of the karmic fire swirled around her, adding a bit of hideous and inviolable aura to her.

The Wheel King was afraid of the pain brought by the karmic fire, and he also understood what Alora wanted to do. She wanted to destroy her body and allow this insidious flame to invade her body!

Therefore, he had to carefully avoid Alora's attacks, and each dodge was extremely cautious.

Alora's fists fell on the body of the Chakravartin as densely as raindrops, and each punch contained enough power to explode a universe, causing cracks to appear on the Chakravartin's seemingly indestructible body.