The incantation "Killing Like Weaving" originated from the ancient magic "Killing Like Mowing Grass" and its derivative spells, "Killing Like Mowing Grass" and "Killing Like Mowing Wheat." It meant killing people as easily as cutting grass or wheat. It was a large-scale destructive curse, often used by wizards against enemies on the battlefield.
Just like now.
The enormous figure suspended in midair recited the incantation in a hoarse, chilling voice. Its targets encompassed every hunter from the school and Trident Sword. Its wide robes drifted silently above their heads, dividing the battlefield into two sharply distinct halves—one daylight, one night. Ruthless killing intent poured endlessly from the darkness.
As the final syllable of the incantation fell.
Thin, faintly black threads drifted out of the dense night, disorderly and chaotic, like blades of grass casually tossed into the air. They appeared weightless.
One of the threads seemed to have flown in the wrong direction. It drifted toward the pyramid structure that had long since landed, then swept across its peak without meeting any resistance.
Sss.
With that soft, pleasant sound, the pyramid—which had remained unscathed beneath the wizards' frenzied attacks—quietly had its tip slide off. The cross-section was smooth as a mirror, and rainbow-colored Magic Power Nodes flickered along its edges, as though the magic flowing within the tower had yet to realize what had happened.
Pop.
Several golden talisman bullets fired at the enormous figure also passed through those black threads, making faint sounds like bursting soap bubbles. The golden trails, already as thin as hair, were sliced into even finer halves. Like a withered flower, their petals drooped helplessly into the night.
There were also the spells fired by the wizards.
And the Magic Circles they had laid across the battlefield.
The black threads were like scalpels in a