The sand below was swept up, forming a sizable sandstorm.
Visibility within a forty-meter radius was completely obscured, leaving Merzen's fate unknown after being struck by Leon.
A few minutes later, the storm gradually cleared, and Merzen's massive figure slowly came into view.
But this time, it looked utterly wretched. Its enormous body had been cleaved in two, with blue blood seeping from deep gashes across its form.
Leon exhaled lightly and released his grip on the Holy Sword of Zenith.
In an instant, the sword dissolved into light and shot into his forehead.
"That monster was really weak," he muttered, shaking his head.
Although he knew Merzen was merely a low-level monster that had gained wisdom by chance, he had hoped it could withstand his usual attack.
Unfortunately, his expectations had proven too high.
"Leon!"
Just then, Jasmine's anxious voice called out from behind.
He turned to see her rushing toward him, with Elaruk following closely.
