Jaren was like a tiger in a pack of rabbits. His physical prowess was overwhelming even without using mana.
But now, Jaren was using his mana with all his might, and more than anything, he was unleashing the Master's symbolic mana blade.
Woohoo...!
A sound like the fluttering wings of a swarm of bees echoed from Jaren's halberd, and a bright halo of light appeared even in the broad daylight.
The light on the halberd's hilt was faint, but the light from the blade and spikes that struck the enemy was clearly shining.
Jaren pulled his halberd to the left, then dove in with a powerful swing of his arm.
Woof!
A flash of light ran.
The Mana Blade swung vigorously from left to right, leaving behind an afterimage and bringing destruction in its wake.
Any spear or wooden stake that touched the Mana Blade was turned to dust and scattered.
