A wave of cold swept through the entire valley.
Snowflakes began drifting through the pitch-black night sky for no apparent reason. The Black Nightmare Army was carving a bloody path out of the Kingdom Army's encirclement, and the fighting between both sides had been exceptionally fierce. Everyone's movements slowed abruptly as they looked up in confusion. Above them, at the spot where Benjamin had swung his sword, the radiant wall had been cleaved open with a massive crack!
Behind the breach, a row of priests stood frozen, staring straight at Benjamin without moving a muscle.
In truth, they could no longer move. At that instant, all the blood beneath their skin had frozen into solid ice. From the outside, they appeared no different from ordinary people, but within their bodies, every trace of life had perished from that sword strike that had never even touched them.
A second later, clatter, clatter—dozens of rigid corpses fell, shattering into pieces like plaster statues.
The priests' formation in the sky had been nearly wiped out. The few lucky survivors had been scattered out of formation and escaped the Sword Qi, but they still looked utterly terrified. Grant had even dispelled three symbols in succession just to ensure that he was not caught up in that strike.
"What... was that...?"
Grant's expression shifted uncertainly. Unlike before, he had not sensed any aura from the divine realm in that strike. No runes had flashed as Benjamin swung his sword either—it had merely been basic casting techniques combined with a simple, brutal accumulation of elements, low-tier magic. Yet that was precisely why he was so stunned. The destructive power unleashed by that strike had even surpassed the power they had borrowed from the divine realm!
Logically speaking, the Holy Domain Light Wall, presided over by him