Extermination IV

Gilan's expression remained unchanged as he stood where he was.

Facing the menacing Lady Barefoot, he merely raised one hand.

Using his finger as a sword, he slashed forward.

"Cosmos," Gilan said softly.

Sshing!!

Silver light burst from his fingertip, as though it had been soaked in liquid silver, gleaming with an edge comparable to a blade.

And with just a single index finger, he carved a slanted spatial rift three to four meters long before him.

This rift was different from the one Pala had created.

Though it was equally profound, it was not dark crimson, but blackish-gray with a silver sheen. Merely looking at it gave one an incomparably dangerous feeling.

Lady Barefoot, who had been charging forward at high speed, abruptly halted. Her expression changed drastically as she hurriedly veered away.

Clearly, this rift had left a deep shadow on her.

Back then, White Sage Pala had used this very sort of bizarre rift slash to effortlessly take one of her arms, and even her prideful healing ability had been useless.

Seeing the lady retreat, Gilan chuckled.

"If you won't come, then I will."

As he spoke, he lifted his cane and took a step forward.

Then, his entire body entered the rift. Almost in the very next instant, the rift closed and vanished, taking Gilan with it.

Buzz!

The surroundings fell into dead silence.

The Ascetic Sect members looked around in every direction, trying to locate the purple-eyed young man, but it was futile.

Having slipped into the rift, Gilan was no longer in the mortal world, but within a dimensional space similar to Chessboard Manor.

No matter how keen the Gnosis and spiritual sight of those present were, they could not find Gilan at all.

Lady Barefoot, her body covered in spiked white bones, wore