Time lost all meaning in that moment.
The platinum sword light that tore across the sky became the only thing in existence.
It made no sound and stirred no wind. It simply swept through the Wailing Signal Tower's massive body as if it were nothing.
The deadly cables suspended in midair froze.
The hundred-meter-tall Epic Lord locked in its roaring pose.
One second.
Two seconds.
Crack.
A fissure appeared across the Wailing Signal Tower's waist, right where the sword light had passed.
It was a fissure of pure light.
Then it spread upward and downward with unstoppable force.
The behemoth of metal, flesh, and Sin Karma began to disintegrate silently from the middle, breaking down into particles of light.
Its twisted metal framework, writhing flesh and sinew, and cables glowing an ominous green dissolved and vaporized in the platinum radiance like snow beneath a blazing sun.
Within seconds, the monstrous lord that had blotted out the sky vanished completely before everyone's eyes.
Not even a speck of dust remained.
Only dark gold motes drifting through the air and wisps of smoke left behind after its purification proved it had ever existed.
In the sky, Holy Spirit Leon calmly lowered his sword.
His figure slowly faded in the light. He cast one last glance at Roderick and the others kneeling below, then turned into a shower of light and disappeared into the rift his sword had torn in the sky.
The entire battlefield fell deathly silent.
Every surviving player, whether kneeling or sprawled farther away, stared blankly at the empty sky. Their minds could not process what had just happened.
That had been a LV100 Epic Lord!
A terrifying creature that had slaughtered nearly three hundred of them the moment it appeared!
And one sword strike had killed it?
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