The Light Divine Envoy frowned at the sight of Dole's Death Scythe, then suddenly made his move. With a lift of his hand, dozens of feathers shot from his body. Light flames rose from each feather; wherever they passed, space twisted, and at their pointed tips, clear rifts split open.
The moment he struck, it was a killing move. The feathers came from all directions, sealing off every route Dole could take.
At this sight, Dole's figure suddenly blurred and vanished into the magical phantom. The phantom slowly activated, like a mighty warrior. Holding a scythe dozens of meters long, it thrust it out fiercely, slashing left and striking right, displaying extraordinarily formidable martial skill.
The scythe unfurled through the air, tracing several whorls of scythe-light. As it danced, a flurry of clanging rang out. He had actually used martial techniques to intercept every feather in midair.
With every collision, the scythe slammed fiercely against its target. The force of impact was like a magnitude-ten earthquake, air shockwaves rippling outward and space warping in terrifying fashion.
Yet Dole held steady. Calm and composed, he wielded the scythe and knocked down every feather one by one, making it look effortless.
After batting away the feathers, Dole pressed his hands together around the scythe, then abruptly raised his head. With a savage stomp, he charged toward the Light Divine Envoy in the sky.
The Light Divine Envoy had also been observing Dole. Seeing him employ martial techniques, he became somewhat interested. Gripping his spear, he descended from the heavens, all his power condensed into the weapon. With one thrust, it was as though the sky had been ripped in half; wherever the spear passed, the world cracked apart.
Dole gripped his scythe and swung upward with brutal force. This strike contained not