Countless blades of light whirled and sliced through the air.
Space shattered!
The floating shards of energy also fractured.
The hell players maintained their grins, while the [Tanscendence] players remained in a state of panic.
How could this mysterious demigod's charged attack, which took several seconds to prepare, yield such minimal results?
Despite being able to solidify the surrounding space and control all opposing forces, the fact that this technique required a significant amount of time to execute should not be underestimated!
But…
How could a mere mortal's rebellious blade possibly harm a god high in the heavens?
Wait…
No!
The expressions of both the hell players and the [Tanscendence] players barely had time to change, yet their pupils reflected a scene before them.
The faint red aura near the Archduke of Blood's arm—shattered!
Huh? Both sides of players paused for a moment.
