He saw a scene of a battle, one of many during this conflict. Amanda stood against three Divine Lightning Sect disciples, each at the peak of the fourth stage.
Amanda didn't hesitate. With a wave of her hand, sharp gusts of Wind Qi erupted. The first blade sliced cleanly through one disciple's neck, and the second tore into the chest of another before he could react. Blood sprayed across the battlefield as the two fell lifeless to the ground.
The third disciple, panic flickering in his eyes, fumbled to activate a formation-suppression scroll. It crackled in his trembling hands, nullifying the Bloodline Suppression Formation in a burst of light.
Freed from the formation's influence, he lunged forward, Lightning Qi surging through his claws. But Amanda, unfazed, raised her hand again. A concentrated gale struck him squarely in the chest, sending him flying back. Before he could recover, her second attack ended him with precision, leaving no room for retaliation.
