In the youth's arm extension, the silver blade swung continuously.
Round after round of silver moons blossomed on the battlefield, the young man leaping in midair, his sword light scattering like the dazzling moonlight pouring down.
He seemed like a Death God reaping souls, and like a dancer performing a joyful dance under the midnight battlefield, rapidly advancing.
Where he leapt past, humanoid figures turned into fragments, and the brilliant yellow crystal shards scattered in the air.
And those "Legions" that would usually reconstitute immediately after death, this time, not one of them got up.
"How is this possible..."
The ignorant Eve's eyes widened in disbelief.
She subconsciously drove more of the Legions closer, and then...
"Beheading."
The plain words echoed throughout the Secret Realm. The next moment, the silver moonlight split the entire world apart.
