The blade radiated divine energy, its very presence was enough to suffocate the mages and causing some to collapse.
The sword shimmered for a brief moment before it descended, aimed directly at Ye Tian.
Ye Zhao, standing guard, felt the surge of divine energy and immediately looked up.
***
The divine golden sword continued to descend, slicing cleanly through the castle as though the structure itself was made of paper.
It was a perfect, merciless cut.
The gods watching from their lofty perches smirked, their faces full of disdain as they observed the scene.
"How pitiful..." one of them mused.
"For someone like him to die under the might of our divine weapon… he should consider it an honor."
Another sneered.
"His struggle ends here. Let him die, humbled by the hands of the gods."
But as their words echoed, a strange tension filled the air.
The sword, now just an inch away from Ye Tian, suddenly stopped.
