The sword intent surged straight into the sky.
The swamp water below boiled violently, waves churning as if a hidden dragon were stirring the mud. Clouds and mist were torn apart by the sharp, oppressive aura, revealing a patch of pale sky overhead.
Phew—
Azure spiritual fire crawled up the blade of the Desolation-Annihilating Sword.
The flame was neither blazing nor explosive. Instead, it flickered strangely, quiet and cold, dancing on the edge of the blade like a spirit born from the abyss.
It was beautiful.
And terrifying.
"What kind of tool is that…?"
Eryon's gaze followed the fading purple light that carried Kara and the others away. His eyes narrowed, the arrogance on his face finally restrained by caution.
"That speed… even flying holy grade weapons rarely reach such levels."
But he quickly looked away.
The ones who escaped were irrelevant.
Weak.
Even if they survived for now, once Ethan fell, they would have nowhere to run.
Their true target had always been him.
