A purple-red more vicious than a centipede, a blood-red more frenzied than a chainsaw.
They split open his chest, pierced through his Soul Body, tore at his flesh, corroded his mind. What ran through Ash was less like two Shadow Swords and more like two violent wild beasts; the almost ear-piercing sizzling sounded like monsters chewing on his soul.
At that moment, the phantom of the Extinct Resentful Blaze Dragon behind Sonia was almost fully descending into the mortal world. Rampant Purple Qi drowned out the Red-Haired Girl's outline, and her brilliant ruby eyes twisted into savage vertical pupils. Witch, Silver Lamp, and Vishy seemed to see the Sword Maiden from that night again... They had imagined more than once: if, on the night Sonia had felt most wronged, Witch had not tried to please her, Silver Lamp had not backed down, and Vishy had not apologized, then what would Sword Maiden have done?
They finally saw the answer.
Time, which had been flowing slowly, suddenly sped up. The viscous space melted like butter. No one could see Sword Maiden's blade; the sword vanished halfway through its swing, and all anyone could see was a surging Blood Tide.
The Sword Law that had come chasing after them had no room to evade. Sonia clearly spent at least six instants turning and swinging her sword, yet in the very first instant, the Blood Tide swallowed the Six-Winged Angel. The distance of space-time became utterly meaningless at that moment.
The Shattered Lake God was not merely a god of Sword Art and Water Art; it also contained a portion of spatial power. "Lake water" had always been a common symbol of space, as the saying went: what one longed for lay beyond mountains and seas.
Sonia did not even like swimming, so