King Elbas didn't understand those words, but Noah's aura surged after he finished his line. His sharpness became so intense that cracks opened in the fabric of the sky even if he didn't move.
Noah still wielded the Demonic Sword in front of his face, and the remaining dark world flowed inside the blade as he focused on the images of Sword Saint's final slash.
He needed everything he could muster to perform that technique. Sword Saint's final slash wasn't something that belonged to his path, so he used all the energy inside his centers of power to replicate it.
King Elbas could vaguely guess what was happening, but he didn't show any fear. His condition was a mess, but he had already accepted to sacrifice part of himself to win that war.
The blood flowing out of his injuries burned as more flames fused with the golden sea surrounding him. Part of the new fire also merged with the spear to fuel his next attack.
