Destruction of the Pure Land

That slash came far too quickly.

For a blade that ignored space, speed had no meaning whatsoever. It was like someone throwing a punch from five hundred meters away; before the other person even saw the fist move, it had already smashed into their face.

This was exactly the situation Calamity of Prison faced.

He had only seen Lin Qiye raise his blade when a streak of blade light appeared before him, slicing through his body in an instant as blood sprayed out!

If Calamity of Prison had not reacted the instant the blade touched his skin and forcibly retreated slightly, that strike could have cut away nearly half his body. Even so, a bloody, savage slash mark remained across his chest.

He lowered his head to look at his wounded chest, shock filling his eyes.

This power... was this truly a Magatsu Blade?!

The tenth Magatsu Blade in the world!

After being reforged, Zhanbai's sharpness had risen to another level. Even against the Oracle Envoys' modified steel bodies, it could easily cut them apart.

Lin Qiye gripped his long blade, and through the hazy curtain of rain, blade lights flashed repeatedly!

Calamity of Prison retreated wildly through the rain, yet even so, the wounds on his body continued to multiply.

A moment later, the black ring in his left eye locked onto Lin Qiye's figure and began analyzing his movements at an astonishing speed. By using the windup of Lin Qiye raising his hand to swing his blade to predict where the blade light would emerge after piercing space, he finally halted his disadvantage.

"Myriad Demon Prison."

Calamity of Prison dodged a slash, anger surfacing in his eyes. He raised a hand toward Lin Qiye and pressed down hard!

Hideous, terrifying black cages condensed out of the void overhead