The seven-colored light intensified again, and the two divine swords stabbed out at the same time. Just before they stabbed out, a white light flew up from the side. It arrived in front of the clone first.
The clone's eyes burned with anger. He had never thought that he would be forced to this extent by humans who were much weaker than him.
He snorted coldly. Purple-gold light shot out from his eyes and he swept out with Ultus. This sword move was powerful and heavy. The surrounding purple-black world seemed to twist violently from the terrifying protogenia. It was as if all the domain's power was congregated in the sword the clone was holding.
However, the white light continued charging toward the clone fearlessly. The killing intent on the Occisus was dense, and it did not retreat at all. Even though the Pharmacist knew that she was no match for the other party in a head-on collision and might even be instantly destroyed, she still did not hesitate.
