Watching the countless streaks of light below pierce the darkness, Little Mage, who had been fighting a desperate battle alone, felt all his pent-up dejection vanish.
With his fellow villagers backing him up, no situation was hopeless anymore.
His surging confidence coursed through every limb. Enduring the intense pain throughout his body, he raised his sword in midair and gave it a shake.
Hum!
The Sword of Destruction erupted with blazing purple light. Keen sword energy gathered and condensed at its tip.
A purple sword lotus formed in midair, its petals swirling with the Dao essence of destruction as it hovered in the sky.
The next second, the sword lotus spun and expanded with a thunderous burst.
Crisscrossing purple sword energy swept in every direction as the sword lotus bloomed.
Dense threads of sword energy scoured the heavens like a torrential downpour. The swarms of evil spirits surrounding him could not withstand this explosive sweep and were wiped out in swathes.
But the real threat was not these foot soldiers.
Five towering Divine Realm shadows stood around him, sealing off every angle.
Sword light rained down on the five Divine Realm evil spirits' bodily shields, setting off a continuous barrage of explosions without shaking their foundations.
Whenever the sword energy tore even a sliver through their bodily defenses, the thick black fog rolling around them instantly gathered to fill the gap and repair every injury. Unless they could be killed instantly within a short window, any wound would heal in a flash.
And Little Mage was already running on empty.
After repeatedly pushing himself beyond his limits, his body had reached the limit of what it could endure.
Hidden injuries riddled his bones and sinews, and his qi and blood were nearly exhausted. Every lift of his arm and swing