"Such powerful force, I really can't believe that when you came, you were merely in the Muddled Spirit Realm. You can know my name, I have one name, Yu, and I came for the Retribution Seal on your body. Now, please die."
Yu gave an honest smile.
After this encounter, Ethan Smith's back hair stood up straight.
Realm of Holy Spirit!
This is the threshold that the Path Spirit, after awakening the Power of the Waking Summit, needs long years to accumulate and knock open.
The earlier exchange, just relying on the magnitude of the Pinnacle Force, nearly left Ethan breathless.
Swoosh!
As soon as these words fell, the space before him suddenly rippled.
An ancient sword, covered in mottled copper rust, had unknowingly appeared in front of him.
On that copper rust was stained with long-dried, faded blood marks, and a primordial ancient aura emanated from this gigantic sword.
Sword of God!
It was the arm of the chaotic body, a sound of a piercing explosion of air.
