Rocot: Reborn

In an iron cage floating in the starry sky, a few broken souls vaguely sensed the changes in the outside world and were curiously eyeing the battle situation that was about to be revealed.

Dazzling lights collided in the starry maze, and Rocot's black clothes rustled under the impact of energy. The dark power gathered in his hands, like the heart of darkness, beating to the rhythm of devouring the world.

The man in black was equally unwilling to be outdone. He put his hands together, muttered something, and an indescribable force gathered around his body. The air was filled with tension and excitement, and both of them rushed towards each other swiftly, as powerful as thunder.

The sky and the earth seemed to split at this moment, and the dark cracks extended across the starry sky, just as the earth had experienced countless earthquakes and volcanic eruptions and was gradually falling apart.

Rocot was shrouded in layers of dark light, like the king of the night, wielding the glory of darkness. A trace of ferocity flashed in his deep eyes, and he clenched his fists, and every movement was filled with the breath of destruction.

On the other hand, the man in black was like an ancient god of war. Every inch of his muscles and skin revealed the urge to fight. The energy surging in his body was so intense that it eclipsed the surrounding star runes.

The storm of energy reached its peak between the two, almost exploding. The eyes of the two were no longer a simple contest, but filled with thunder and fire, as if they wanted to tear each other into pieces.

"Are you excited? Such a battle really makes your blood boil!" The voice of the man in black pierced through the roar of energy and reached Rocot's ears.

Rocot did not answer, but responded with action. His figure suddenly accelerated, like a black lightning, drawing a track in the starry sky, approaching the man in black.

The power of both sides surged in the starry sky, and they burst out with the power to tear the sky apart in this endless darkness. Roccod's fist was full of anger and power, while the palm of the man in black was filled with destruction and heat.

Fight! With a roar from Rocot, the dark power gathered in his fist and swung towards the man in black.

The opponent was not willing to be outdone, and rushed forward, using the energy storm in his palm to dispel the darkness in the sky. The collision of the two forces burst into a dazzling light, as if even time was illuminated.

In this collision, time and space vibrated. Borrowing the power of time and space, he rotated his body, whirling like a whirlwind, swinging out more fists, covering all the space for the man in black to hide, intending to completely surround his opponent.

The black-clothed man's eyes were stern, and a huge amount of energy gushed out of his body, like a burning fire. He no longer held back at this moment, and showed his full strength. He jumped high, stepped on the air, and turned into a god of war in heaven, smashing down fiercely with a blazing light.

Amid the earthquake, the ground beneath their feet cracked because it could not withstand the impact of the energy. The aftermath of the energy spread out like a river, and even the iron cages floating around were swayed by the aftermath, as if it was the end of the world.

However, the situation changed in an instant. Rocot's dark power became stronger as it met a stronger opponent. Although the fiery light energy was strong, it was gradually nourishing the dark side he represented.

A playful smile appeared on Roccod's lips, and in a blink of an eye, the dark power began to feed back, gradually absorbing the blazing heat. Finally, in the shocked eyes of the man in black, the dark power seized the source of the blazing heat and transformed it into a part of itself.

As a result, Rocot's fighting power became even more terrifying. He stood on the cracked ground, staring at the man in black calmly. The fighting spirit in his eyes was as deep as the sea. At this moment, the outcome of the battle had already begun to emerge.

The black air swirled around Rokod like a snake. He stood on the floating island, looking at the approaching warriors of light below with a stern look in his eyes. These people were invaders who attacked the land he ruled. Rokod's mouth curled up with a sneer, "How interesting, come on."

Facing the hordes of enemies, Rocot did not show any fear, but instead became excited. His body was permeated with a dark light, like the deepest shadow of the night. In his hand, it seemed as if he had absorbed all the darkness around him, forming a pitch-black long sword, with the tip of the sword pointing at the enemy, awe-inspiring and inviolable.

"This is my territory, how dare you trample on it at will?" Rocot's voice was so low that it seemed to come from hell. The air around him seemed to be compressed by his sound waves, becoming extremely heavy.

The leader of the other side, a silver-armored warrior, was standing steadily in mid-air. Behind him were rolling white clouds, reflecting a bone-chilling cold light. He sneered, "Lokold, your Shadow Empire is now nothing but a tiger with a hollow appearance. Today we will completely defeat you!"

Rokod didn't say much, he just swung his sword, the space suddenly darkened, all the light seemed to be swallowed up, then he took a step forward, the whole person seemed to merge into the darkness. In the horrified eyes of everyone, Rokod turned into a black shadow, quickly broke through the space distance, and appeared directly in front of the silver-armored warrior.

"You don't know your own limitations." Roccod just whispered, then he turned the tip of his sword slightly, and a huge dark energy burst out, surrounding the silver-armored warrior.

The expression of the silver-armored warrior changed from contempt to horror. He waved his hands hastily, and beams of light energy tried to resist the invasion of darkness. However, as soon as this energy came into contact with Rocot's shadow sword energy, it was absorbed by an invisible black hole and disappeared without a trace.

The scene fell into a brief silence, and all eyes were focused on the duel between the two. The energy of each other collided wantonly in the air, erupting with a deafening sound. Roccod had no expression on his face, only the fiery fighting spirit and cold murderous intent flashing in his eyes, as if foreshadowing the dead silence before the storm.

Suddenly, the dark power in Roccod's body surged like a tide, and the moment of his full-strength attack was about to come, and the entire battlefield would be overturned...

The expression of the silver-armored warrior turned into fear. He hurriedly waved his hands, and beams of light energy tried to resist the invasion of darkness, but as soon as this energy came into contact with Rocot's shadow sword energy, it was absorbed by an invisible black hole and disappeared without a trace.

The silver-armored warrior looked at the approaching Rokod, feeling the dark aura from the other party that seemed to devour his soul as well, and he couldn't help but tremble.

"No! Impossible! I represent light and justice! How could you possibly defeat me!"

However, the only response he got was Rocot's dark sword energy that devoured all light.

Everyone present witnessed this scene. Roccod fought against many enemies alone, but he was not at all inferior. He even suppressed the leader of the other side to the brink of life and death. This man, like a mythical existence, made the battlefield full of despair begin to be filled with a glimmer of hope.

On the battlefield, there was a shout of admiration and excitement. The warriors of the dark camp saw their king like a sword god in the dark, beheading every enemy who dared to offend him. Everyone was infected by this momentum and aroused unprecedented fighting power.

With every successful strike of Rokod, the dark aura on him became stronger and stronger. The battlefield seemed to have become his stage, and one after another, bright warriors were knocked down by his shadow-like, unpredictable attacks.

In the end, the winner was decided. Rocot stood in the blood and smoke, like a victorious statue. In front of him, the once arrogant warriors of light turned into cold corpses. The wind and clouds changed color, and the stars seemed to tremble. The battle between darkness and light ended with Rocot's victory.