Silver material began to cover Salvatore Doni's sword from both hands. Before long, the blade stretched longer and longer, finally becoming a nine-meter greatsword wrapped in immense magical power.
"Chen Fan! Don't try to take it head-on! That demonic sword is incredibly powerful—it can even cleave through a god's divinity!" Erica shouted at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan smiled at Erica. He did not know exactly how powerful that thing was, but it certainly looked formidable. He also wanted to see whether his domain could withstand the attack.
Chen Fan focused and drew upon the kinetic energy of the Earth's rotation. A pale, nearly transparent barrier appeared around his body.
Seeing that he intended to take it head-on, the people in the stands could not help feeling uneasy. Salvatore Doni had already fought himself into a frenzy and forgotten that they were in the heart of Rome. If he truly brought that sword down, who knew how much damage it would cause? And there seemed to be only one person capable of stopping him.
Salvatore Doni raised his sword high. The magical power on the blade was incredibly dense, clearly having gathered to its peak. It possessed the immense might to tear apart the earth and sever the sea. Vast divine power swept outward, causing the Roman Colosseum to tremble. The ground beneath Salvatore Doni's feet cracked apart inch by inch, while fragments of stone floated irregularly into the air under the overwhelming force.
When it finally reached its absolute peak, Salvatore Doni leaped high into the air and brought his sword down toward Chen Fan. It carried the momentum to destroy all things in the world; beneath this strike, there seemed to be nothing that could not be cut apart.
The tip of the nine-meter greatsword collided with Chen Fan's