Souta looked at the scene in front of him before he fell to his knees. Everything in front of him was sliced in two. From his position, a huge cut with a length of thirty kilometers could be seen from above. The cut had a width of twenty meters and a depth of one hundred twenty meters.
His attack directly killed some of the members of the Witch Clan. Actually, he didn't care about them at all. He just wanted to avoid killing them because of the Special Quest, but he couldn't help killing a few of them since the fight was difficult. Also, those witches were the ones standing in front of his attack, so some of them would naturally die.
He reverted back to his original form, and he spat a mouthful of blood.
Cough!
All the active spells and combat arts have disappeared. The skill that he just used was very taxing on his body.
Huff! Huff! Huff!
