SHLICK SHLICK SHLICK SHLICK—!
A series of scalp-numbing sounds of tearing flesh rang out almost simultaneously.
The blood-red blade of light moved as if it had a life of its own, weaving and darting bizarrely between the seven or eight people charging at it.
It ignored the sturdy man's seemingly indestructible tower shield defense.
It pierced through like a hot knife through butter, slicing both him and his shield in half.
It skirted around a blazing spear of fire and silently lopped off the caster's head.
It penetrated layer after layer of ice shields, precisely shattering the heart of the caster at their core...
Utterly devastating!
A true display of overwhelming force!
Those seven or eight Saint Realm geniuses who had answered the call to resist, regardless of what Law they wielded or what defensive treasures or bloodline Divine Techniques they unleashed, were as fragile as paper before that blood-red blade of light.
Their teamwork, their courage.
