"You've always wanted to see the Eighth Slash of the Eight Gods Blade, haven't you? Fine! Let me show you its true power!" Amalia bellowed, veins bulging beneath her skin as crimson streaks coursed across her body. The fractured space around her blade shimmered with jagged threads of destruction as her strike shot forward, guided by the intricate threads of spatial rules.
Temujin Lei and Seonho Ming's faces twisted in terror. The overwhelming energy of this strike carried an undeniable aura of death. They realized with chilling clarity—if that strike hit them, they would die.
Until today, Temujin Lei had never considered Amalia's strength to surpass his own. But now, his confidence shattered like glass under a hammer.
Too strong. Too overwhelmingly strong.
It wasn't just Amalia's strength—it was the power of the Eighth Slash of the Eight Gods Blade.
No, it's not me losing to her. It's the blade. The blade is what I can't withstand.
