The cleaver wielded by the female immortal, naturally, is imbued with its own spiritual power, under her command.
Under her control, the cleaver emits a special radiant glow.
The glow of the cleaver slashes away at the men from all directions before her.
Those men can feel the intense killing intent emitted by the cleaver.
They're constantly dodging, constantly casting protective barriers, and their spells, even with the formation's assistance, merely fend off the cleaver's glow.
The cleaver before them has transformed into a Divine Artifact, seemingly possessing a soul, as it toys with them rather than killing them.
It knows that truly killing them would be inappropriate for its master.
Hurting them is permissible; toying with them just leaves them injured, yet it's merely superficial wounds. Moreover, their clothes are shredded, barely covering crucial areas.
