The divine envoy's hair stood on end as he suddenly whipped his head around to look at Nalant.
When he saw that blade radiance gleaming with terrifying light, it was as though he had glimpsed a flood beast.
He desperately drove the divine power within him, wanting to evade.
Yet he discovered that he simply could not do so.
First, it was already too late.
Seeing Nalant use the Sixth Slash of Glory all along, it had been like an irritating mosquito—annoying, yet utterly without any sense of threat.
Thus, he had focused all his attention on slaughtering the Dark Creatures.
After all, if they did not kill these Dark Creatures quickly enough, their siege this time might well end with all their previous efforts going to waste.
Second, he discovered in horror that the sword radiance Nalant had unleashed carried a strange pulling force.
That force made him want to dodge, yet his body became incomparably sluggish, as though he could only wait for the sword radiance to arrive and accept its judgment.
How could the divine envoy know that this was the true terror of the Nine Swords of Glory?
It lay in those final three slashes. Once unleashed, not only were they terrifyingly powerful, but they also seemed to possess magnetism, hindering the enemy's attempts to evade.
And very few gods knew this final secret, much less this divine envoy.
The reason was simple: the gods or divine envoys who had experienced the final three slashes of the Nine Swords of Glory had, for the most part, already died.
Nalant also noticed the divine envoy's condition at this moment.
Along with joy, a trace of surprise rose within him.
"This guy isn't even dodging. Did he get scared stupid? This is simply wonderful!"
Nalant had been planning