Another dense surge of Abyssal Power descended from the sky, then poured into Xukutel's body. With it came an even greater burst of power than before.
Boom!!!
Countless flames formed from Abyssal Power, like meteors, began to rain down madly in every direction!
Pitch-black fireballs dragged long tails of flame behind them, carrying a destructive aura as they blanketed the sky for several miles around and poured down toward Marivik and the others!
"Damn it!"
Skirk's pupils shrank sharply. The longsword in her hand left its sheath in an instant, and as sword light flashed, she had already slashed toward the first few fireballs to fall.
Marivik also sprang up at the same time, swinging her greatsword again and again, shattering each of the flames that hurtled toward the Three Moon Goddesses.
But the rain of fire was too dense, too violent. There were only two of them; it was impossible to protect themselves and everyone else at the same time.
A massive fireball broke through the defensive line and came crashing straight down toward Kanon and the other two!
"Not good!"
Marivik wanted to rush back to help, but the distance was too great. It was already too late!
At that critical instant—
A cold gleam tore across the sky.
What was that?
Marivik only had time to see a blurred shadow.
It was a streak of sword light, a streak like a lingering crescent moon.
The sword light, like a cold, clear Frost Moon, swept over from afar and slammed head-on into the pitch-black rain of fire filling the sky!
In the next instant, all the Abyssal Fire across the sky went out.
Those terrifying fireballs had actually been severed in a single strike by one sword qi.
Marivik froze.
Skirk froze.
The Three Moon Goddesses froze as