"Slaughter Shadow" was a mid-level Transcendent Divine Spell with enormous consumption. It was clear that this was also Smile's strongest trump card. When a full one hundred and twenty-nine points of Transcendent Divine Power were injected into the four slender crimson clones and ignited them, the auras of those figures, their eyes flashing with icy light, even briefly surpassed that of the maiden goddess's true body.
As a deity's trump card with strict limits on the number of uses, "Slaughter Shadow" clearly possessed power and effects close to those of an ordinary Bright Moon killing move.
After one fiercely charging Destructive Death Cone was intercepted by one of the phantoms, Smile, suddenly producing a slender dagger in her hand, naturally bent low while panting heavily and vaguely aimed at Punk's position. After the perilous danger just now, she had seized a rare chance to counterattack. The God of Slaughter was finally about to strike back.
"Where the blade reaches, all shall be slaughtered... Whisper of Destruction, after all these years, you aren't the only one who has grown stronger!"
"Hiss!"
It had to be admitted that whether it was Punk's probing attacks or Smile's evasions before this, they had been nothing more than insignificant preludes. Now, the true Bright Moon battle had only just begun!
In an instant, the laws and space of the entire starry sky were sliced apart like thin cloth by five scarlet streaks flashing with blood rays. The five "throwing knives," constantly and erratically changing their speed and trajectories, shot toward the motionless Bright Moon Mage without pause. Weaving through cracks in the darkness, Smile, transformed into one of the Slaughter Shadows, raced through the night like a cold-blooded assassin without uttering a word. After hundreds of millions of rapid position exchanges, the maiden goddess, skillfully