The glaring scarlet light column burst into the ceiling and in an instant, the air around the Bloody Field vibrated. At the same time, Rhode sensed an incredibly pure, powerful aura which silenced the entire battlefield.
The pure desire to slaughter, destroy, and perish; just like a shimmering blade that was unsheathed, announcing to the world its only purpose. The mighty aura sent chills down everyone's spines as though one was holding a blade against their backs and at the very next moment, would be slicing through their thin skin and puncturing their hearts, mercilessly eliminating their presence in this world.
"Damn it."
Rhode clutched the sword. This was the first time that he sensed such a pure, yet horrifying aura. But there wasn't a single trace of murderous intent or hostility at all. Instead, it simply harbored desires to destroy and slaughter every being. Could this even be considered a holy sword spirit?
