One-Sided Slaughter—If You Don't Pursue It Now, When Will You Get Another Chance?
The power of that sword strike was simply too terrifying.
With one slash, Ernest, who had just arrived, instantly turned to ash. Nothing was left behind; even his Divine Spark fell directly into the Spatial Turbulence.
Across the entire Yulan Continent—even throughout the surrounding region spanning tens of thousands of miles—a Spatial Rift stretching across heaven and earth could be seen. Around it lingered a destructive sword intent powerful enough to obliterate the world.
It was not only the teachers and students of Qinghuo Magic Academy who wore horrified expressions. Nearly every living being on the Yulan Continent had been frightened speechless by the terrifying power of that strike.
If that sword strike had been aimed at the entire Yulan Continent, would the whole continent not have been smashed to pieces by that destructive sword intent?
No one could quite believe it. Could a god truly unleash an attack capable of destroying heaven and earth?
"Such a familiar feeling."
Linley blankly sensed the destructive power in the sky. Although he had yet to see the owner of that sword strike, the feeling it gave him was almost identical to the destructive sword intent wielded by the man he had seen as a child.
"Was it him?"
The first person Linley thought of was the Purpleblood Devil. He would never forget the sight of Wyatt casually catching the Purpleblood Devil's sword with a single finger.
Linley could guess who had unleashed that sword strike, but Alice, Yale, and the others present naturally could not know the truth.
Still, everyone could tell that with just one sentence from Wyatt, a peerless expert hidden in the shadows—someone capable of easily killing a god—had acted. It was not that Wyatt could