A several-meter-long torrent of overwhelming sword aura surged outward like solid matter, crushing and expanding as it went. Any corrupted corpse, tree, or structure in its path shattered completely, collapsing into dust and vanishing into the air.
Under the spread of such a terrifying energy ripple, the guards defending from behind the wooden fortifications trembled in fear, their faces drained of all color.
"What a horrifying divine skill." Phield couldn't help but sweat for Ashina.
Drakewolf's defensive power surged wildly as well. Vast amounts of flame clung to its scales, as if they had been tempered by fire.
At last, amid a thunderous explosion, the two sides collided. The corrupted creatures caught too close to the impact barely had time to make a sound before being shredded and erased.
"Ugh—"
