One sword to slay Blood Moon!
The Blood Moon Supreme Lord, who had brought the Mountain of Corpses and Sea of Blood to its absolute limit, the Blood Moon Supreme Lord, who had displayed six-wing combat power through his descended body, was defeated. He lost cleanly, decisively, without ambiguity. World Secret Domain, Eternal Miracle, six-wing realm—none of them had played the role they should have. They had not even bought him a single second to catch his breath!
The situation had completely reversed. The hunter had become the prey!
Of the three Artificer Banes, two remained. Of the three descended God Lords, two remained!
The Mirror Demon gripped the sword hilt. Molten-iron-like patterns surfaced across the Sword Body, and when the blade howled into the world, searing raven-blue flowed down along the patterns like candle tears. The sound of blade sliding against Sword Sheath was incomparably shrill, stabbing deep into the God Lords' dignity.
His face was still expressionless, as though defeating Blood Moon had merely been some trifling matter not worth mentioning. He glanced casually at the Paradise Lord, and it felt like the final look a priest cast before closing the coffin lid.
No words were needed. The arrogance in the Mirror Demon's very bones was already like a banner planted in the center of the battlefield, wantonly fluttering before the two God Lords.
Rather than calling him a hunter, it was better to call him a master of ceremonies... the master of ceremonies presiding over a funeral!
"The second sword," the Mirror Demon said. "Paradise Bane."
The Paradise Lord did not hesitate in the slightest. Divine Might flowed through both feet, sweeping up boundless romance and sky-filling snowflakes as she instantly assaulted the Mirror Demon! This god lord, who was somewhat nagging, always prattling on about righteousness