Belle Thunderhall's lotus-filled sword energy surged upward—vertical and horizontal slashes weaving layered illusions of green lotus petals that fluttered through the air.
Ethan's descending cross-shaped sword light and scythe light tore through the sky like a collapsing star. The moment they met—
HUUUUUUSH!
A blinding explosion erupted.
The Boundless Intent World and Belle's Sword Intent World shuddered violently at the same time, like two great beasts ramming into one another. The shockwave split the air, distorting light, tearing the world apart at its seams.
The pressure alone made Victor Ashenvale's scalp numb. Even the City lord Galen felt a chill run down his spine.
But neither of them withdrew.
They couldn't.
Breaking Ethan's Boundless Intent World was their only chance.
"Ancestor…"
Victor Ashenvale inhaled deeply, then fiercely sliced open his entire palm. Blood poured freely, sizzling as it hit the air.
