Asura's Desperate Last Stand

"Has he come?" he murmured, but his movements were not slow in the slightest.

In the blink of an eye, he drew his weapon, the Asura Demonic Sword, and raised his hand to return the attack with a blood-red sword aura.

The instant the two collided, a powerful shockwave erupted around them.

The surrounding buildings seemed as though they had been severed at the waist by something, collapsing one after another.

The high-level soul masters were fine; they were agile enough that the falling buildings posed no threat to them.

But the academy did not have only high-level soul masters. There were even more low-level soul masters.

Many of those low-level soul masters were still inside the buildings, and this wave of collapsing structures was about to endanger their lives.

"No!" Some students watched the massive stones hurtling toward them, their eyes filled with unwillingness.

They truly had not expected their careers as soul masters to end beneath mere rocks.

A second before the boulders struck, they closed their eyes in fear, yet the pain they had imagined never came.

Unable to suppress their curiosity, they cautiously opened one eye.

A thin pink barrier had appeared around them. It was this barrier that kept the massive stones threatening their lives at bay! In an instant, the panic in their eyes was replaced by the joy of surviving a disaster!!

Looking around, pink radiance could be seen everywhere amid the ruins.

There was no doubt that every student in danger had been saved by this pink barrier.

With no more worries about their own safety, the students could not help but look up at the sky.

They tried to remember the face of the person who had attacked the academy, so they could piss on his grave next year.

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