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"Whoosh—!"
Amid a tremendous roar like a waterfall plummeting straight down, vast quantities of seawater in the ocean followed the natural law of flowing downward, pouring into a deep pit that seemed to lead directly to the Earth's core, creating a rather strange seascape.
The hero holding Savior's Blade, the knight mounted on White Horse, and the strange masked man standing within a whirlwind all floated in midair, looking down at the unusual scene below without the slightest ripple in their eyes.
After all, the three of them had already witnessed the same sight many times during their past battles. It was hardly worth being surprised over.
"As expected of the true Savior's Blade. Its power is indeed peerless."
Lancelot merely raised the divine spear in his hand, seeming both impressed and regretful.
"Before the power of the true divine blade, an imitation like this is not worth mentioning."
As Lancelot spoke, the radiance at the tip of his divine spear became exceedingly dim, even beginning to turn mottled and rusted.
An imitation was, in the end, only an imitation.
Under the power of the true Savior's Blade, the spearhead in Lancelot's hand seemed to feel inferior, gradually losing its brilliance before silently collapsing. Together with the shaft, it turned to dust and scattered away.
Before the genuine article, an imitation could only