Misra chose to break through the surface with a single point. Using the sharpness and speed of the Spear of Light, she tried to find a flaw in Augas's True Word Power and defeat him in one strike.
However, Augas's True Word Power was not so easily breached.
It was like an impregnable fortress, blocking Misra's attacks one after another.
The battle between them fell into a stalemate. Every collision released tremendous energy, making the entire moon tremble.
As the light gradually faded, Misra and Augas stood apart, the distance between them widened, while the faint smell of gunpowder filled the air.
Augas burst into loud laughter.
Just as Misra prepared to launch an even fiercer offensive.
The dust on the moon's surface was lifted up by an invisible force, forming a massive vortex. At the center of that vortex, a long blade slowly emerged, its cold gleam radiating in all directions as though it could freeze everything.
Nameless Ghost Crying Blade!
Its sharpness was enough to cut through stars, and its length could span the heavens. It was Augas's proudest weapon.
At that moment, it extended from the moon's surface in an inconceivable manner, pointing directly at Earth. Misra was firmly locked onto by that force, as if gripped tightly by the hand of fate, unable to escape.
The Nameless Ghost Crying Blade traced a brilliant trajectory through the air, growing longer with every passing second. Seeing this, Misra felt an unprecedented sense of danger rise within her.
She gave it everything she had, trying to use the Spear of Light to stop the long blade that was about to pierce through Earth, but her efforts seemed so insignificant before Augas's Absolute Power.
The long blade effortlessly pierced through the Spear of Light's defense and continued forward until its