In midair, Number Ten was bound by the Light Prison, unable to break free.
Ever since obtaining [Ultimate Magic Guidance], it had progressed at an astonishing pace. Its methods of manipulating magical data had improved enormously compared to the battle at Oath City, but that still could not make up for the centuries of accumulated difference between it and the Demon King.
However, in order to deal with Number Ten, the glow of magic power within the Demon King dimmed a little further.
Meanwhile, Link's side had not turned the tide simply because Fifteen possessed [Ultimate Sword].
In terms of experience alone, the amnesiac Link was not merely inferior to Elwin—he was even slightly lacking compared to Fifteen.
Yet unlike the Sword Saint and Fifteen, the sword had never been the sole reason for his strength.
The clanging of metal rang out without end. The sword Link had taken from Darean during the battle at Oath City was already covered in cracks.
And that was the Sword Saint's deliberate doing.
In another clash, the treasured sword finally reached its limit and shattered with a sharp crack.
The Sword Saint, who had still been spinning through the air, forcibly stopped himself and lunged at Link alongside Fifteen, not giving him the chance to replenish his weapons from the battlefield.
However, Link did not reach for the swords scattered across the battlefield.
Facing the man and Mushroom rushing at him, he brought his hands together like a blade, immense power surging through his body.
In Linden's vision, Link's Soul Cloak began to roil. The already absurdly powerful attributes on the Panel suddenly soared again.
The sword blades slashed toward Link's arm, cutting through skin and sinking into flesh, but that was all.
Link's arm, with five blades lodged in it, swung irresistibly