Chapter 4216 Probability Extreme Form

Zen wore a grim expression, failing to see the attacks from both sides clearly.

Although the irregular heavy sword was able to protect him, Zen knew it would take a toll on it if it suffered attacks all the time.

"How are you able to make the sword block each strike?" Zen asked the ancestry-level bloodline, clenching the irregular heavy sword tightly. "The way the Snake Spirit King's body moves is unique, I can't understand it. I can't seem to predict his next move..."

There were two types of movement in the chaos: the first was to use explosive speed, and the other was to use spatial transference.

Any bodily movement skill or any space theurgy fell under these two kinds of movement, but it was possible for each one to differ, since anyone could use them differently.

However, the way the Snake Spirit King moved didn't seem to belong to either of the two types of movement.

Gritting his teeth, Zen attempted to use his spiritual sense to see if he could capture the Snake Spirit King's trajectory. Just moments earlier, Zen thought that the Snake Spirit King was going to attack him head on, but a split second later, he suddenly appeared behind Zen. Just when he felt the black blades slashing at his face, the next moment, they appeared above his head.

The Snake Spirit King seemed to exist in a special space outside Zen's comprehension, since all the attacks came at him at random. There was just no possible way for him to predict the Snake Spirit King's next move.

"But your sword can," the ancestry-level bloodline replied, reading his mind.

"My sword..."

Zen examined the irregular heavy sword closely.

He could vividly feel the sword's strong fighting intent-- in fact, the sword's emotions were so strong that even Zen felt like he was full of fighting intent.

The sword seemed to have fallen into a state of madness as it desperately chased after the Snake Spirit King.

Just as Zen was hesitating, Corbett, who was standing at the top of the altar, suddenly took a few steps forward.

"Master Corbett, what are you doing?" the Snake Goddess cried.

"I have to remind him," Corbett replied, his eyes trained on Zen in the distance. "Master Kincaid once said that the strength of this sword always matches that of its master."

"What do you mean?" the Primeval Lord of Heaven asked, his curiosity piqued.

"The stronger the warrior who holds the sword is, the greater the power of the sword," Corbett spoke, almost as though in a daze. "Master Kincaid was filled with regret many times, since he felt he was unable to bring out the sword's full potential."

"Master Kincaid didn't know how to use the sword? Why couldn't he use its full strength?" the Snake Goddess asked dubio

le to feel its emotions. Although the irregular heavy sword acknowledged Zen, it still was fiercely loyal to Kincaid, believing he was its true master.

Even Zen thought the same. After all, it was a sword borrowed from the Human Spirit King. He knew it would be returned to him in the end.

But now, Zen realized that if he wanted to defeat the Snake Spirit King and the power behind him, he needed to gain control over this sword.

Just as Corbett had said, he needed to treat this sword as a cultivation method in an ancient book to understand it

"Buzz!"

Zen willed his spiritual sense to reach into the red light ball in the center. When it came into contact with the red light ball, Zen could feel it resisting him.

The irregular heavy sword was still unwilling to accept him.

"I know you miss your former master.

But only I can exert your power to the extreme," Zen gently coaxed. "You should know what kind of power I have.

If we want to bring Master Kincaid back to life, we have only one choice: we need to defeat the opponent in front of us!

Accept me!"

Zen urged the sword through his spiritual sense.

Gradually, he felt the resistance becoming weaker and weaker.

Finally, Zen was able to integrate his spiritual sense with the red ball of light successfully.

Boom!

At this moment, Zen felt as if his mind had been smashed by a heavy hammer. A massive amount of information streamed in, information about the countless permutations of the one hundred and forty light dots.

At the same time...

It also informed Zen about the energy used by the Snake Spirit King and the irregular heavy sword, and he even figured out its strange name.

"Probability Extreme Form!"

"Whoosh..."

Then, traces of black energy streamed into Zen's body from the irregular heavy sword.