Quick Sword should have been a formless blade.
Yet the light-and-lightning whirlwinds it cleaved apart allowed everyone to clearly see its trajectory.
The spell jointly cast by eight mages could not withstand the edge of Miria's sword alone.
[Bang bang bang bang----]
In an instant.
Strings of glowing prayer beads in the hands of seven mages burst apart one after another.
The violent impact sent them flying backward. They crashed hard onto the ground, crying out in pain.
Only Mage Yun Ya remained standing, his monk's staff planted in the ground.
It continued to release crackling blue arcs of electricity.
Until the sword wind slammed into the glowing sphere around the staff, and the immense force caused cracks to spread across its shaft.
[BOOM!!!]
The pure white Buddhist light shimmering with multicolored radiance immediately scattered.
"Damn monster."
Mage Yun Ya was drenched in sweat, his face deathly pale.
Yet the white-haired elder still gripped the Vajra that had returned to his hand.
He glared furiously at Miria, who held her Claymore before her, looking ready to fight to the death.
To die battling monsters was, to him, a worthy death.
In this era where demons ran rampant.
Many human mages, shrine maidens, and other demon slayers shared this same resolve.
"Put it down."
As she spoke, Miria withdrew her blade. "The victor has been decided. We should be able to speak normally now. Besides, we aren't monsters."
"W-What?"
A flash of shock and suspicion crossed Yun Ya's eyes before he snapped, "This old man is not senile enough to fall for that!"
"The demonic aura on your body and the vertical pupils in your eyes have already exposed your identity as a monster!"
Miria sighed helplessly. "It's true that I belong to the Demon Race, but I can control my