Black Lightning surged along the grooves of the holy sword and poured madly into the Bomber's throat, like a red-hot iron poker thrust into oil-soaked cotton.
First came a soft sizzle as flesh carbonized, followed by black smoke billowing from the collar of his dark red suit.
The instant the fabric met Black Lightning, it crumbled into ash, revealing the pale, almost translucent skin beneath.
The next second, countless cracks spread across his skin at a speed visible to the naked eye, like glass struck by a heavy hammer.
At the same time, the Bomber's health bar was rapidly dropping.
World-Class Wanted Bosses were known for their enormous health bars, which showed just how powerful this Noble Phantasm was.
That health bar had originally been able to withstand three rounds of concentrated attacks from an SSR team without breaking. Now, it was completely empty after just three breaths.
The people watching couldn't help getting excited. Someone blurted out,
"Holy shit! His health bar's really empty! Saber Alter is awesome!" A Contract Spirit Master behind the outer barrier jumped high into the air.
"Good grief, one Noble Phantasm wiped out the whole health bar! How high is her damage?!" someone shouted, clutching their head with both hands.
"Quit screaming. Do you think a World-Class Boss is that easy to kill?" An old Contract Spirit Master standing nearby smacked him on the back of the head.
"He's right. Look, its health bar's empty, but it's still standing," someone agreed.
Everyone knew that even Raid Bosses had multiple health bars. A World-Class Wanted Boss wouldn't be defeated just because one health bar was emptied.
As soon as the words were spoken, the panel above the Bomber's head flickered, and a second health bar slowly appeared.
This was standard for World-Class Bosses. Emptying a