Red light flashed in his eyes, Yang Yu's speed suddenly increased.
Amidst the relentless attack magic, he dodged and maneuvered, unaffected by the magic.
In the blink of an eye, Yang Yu was in front of the Holy Sword.
Lux tried to stop him, but it was too late.
The Holy Sword, wrapped in black magic, was firmly gripped in Yang Yu's hand.
The black magic, like a violent current, pierced into Yang Yu's arm, tearing his skin, revealing bright red flesh.
Enduring unimaginable pain, Yang Yu held the hilt of the Holy Sword tightly.
Lux had deliberately placed protective magic on the Holy Sword to maintain control.
He hadn't anticipated that the Holy Sword would truly fall into Yang Yu's hands.
The gleaming Light Arrow once again streaked through the sky, arriving beside Yang Yu, releasing pure Holy Light to dispel the black magic enveloping Yang Yu's body.
