Miracle: Sword Servant.
Even now, Philly was still dazed. Just now, she seemed to have vaguely seen a phantom that was neither Niya nor Sword Maiden, and when she tightened her grip on the sword hilt, she suddenly knew she was supposed to use the Sword Servant Miracle Ash had invented.
Though Ash had never told her, Philly had figured it out from Sword Maiden and Niya's situation: Stars was Starry Sky's shadow, and she was someone's shadow too. But she actually did not mind. She even wanted to meet her true self; it felt as if she had gained another family member.
Since she was a shadow, she ought to fight side by side with a phantom.
The Canaan was racing like lightning. Gale and torrential rain swallowed the whole world, making it almost impossible to see one another clearly. Philly could only make out two pitch-black, ferocious silhouettes, and two pairs of greedy eyes gleaming with bloodlight!
Tap!
In the suffocating silence, Long Yuan silently teleported above Philly, while Yinzhi dragged out an afterimage and struck toward Philly. No discussion was needed. When it came to wiping out a competitor, the Demons cooperated flawlessly!
In the instant before malice descended, Philly finally slipped into Line Space and passed them by.
Yet the moment the Demons changed moves and went for each other, Philly stepped out of the void again, her blade smoothly cutting through the Rain Curtain, through flesh, and through the Demons' greed.
This was the first time Philly discovered that a slash could be so completely free of drag, even "smoother" than a hot knife cutting through butter. It was an addictive pleasure. She felt her soul trembling, goose bumps rising all over her body, and the joy was so intense that even her pituitary gland