The deafening roar still rang in Cui Ciyou's ears. The webbing of his sword hand had split, and blood slowly dripped down the hilt.
He forced down the coppery taste rising in his throat, but the numbness in his arms lingered like an unrelenting tide.
His mind raced as he reviewed that earth-shattering strike.
Something was wrong!
The instant Alexander swung his sword, Cui Ciyou had instinctively activated his "Anti-Magic Field."
Though it had only been passively maintained at its lowest output, it should still have significantly weakened any magical effects attached to a weapon.
Yet the overwhelming gravity emanating from the Dragon King Sword had barely been affected.
Was the Anti-Magic Field ineffective against this legendary, divinely forged weapon?
No... it wasn't completely ineffective.
It was just like when he had faced the Dragon God's Dragon Saint Battle Aura.
It had worked...
Though only faintly.
Cui Ciyou keenly recalled one detail.
Just before that terrifying gravity bore down on him, there seemed to have been an almost imperceptible pause, as though a raging torrent had been checked for an instant by an invisible dam.
So that was it. It wasn't ineffective-its output was insufficient!
The Dragon King Sword truly lived up to its reputation as a divine weapon forged from a Dragon King's bones and soul. Its magic power was as vast as the sea. To it, the passively activated Anti-Magic Field was little more than a drizzle, nowhere near enough to shake its core.
It looked like... he would have to go all out.
While thoughts flashed through Cui Ciyou's mind, a trace of surprise quietly crossed the innocent, boyish face of Alexander Kalman Reibak opposite him.
For an instant just now... the gravity spell really did seem to falter.
Was that my imagination?
He instinctively tightened his