But it was far from enough.
Under the extreme blood radiance, it seemed as though the world turned black and white, with only the bright red remaining!
This was Zote's ultimate strike.
The sharpness cut through time, a cold brilliance flashed by, altering the colors of mountains and rivers, cracking the abyss, and severing the sea flow.
In eleven years.
Liszt had never witnessed such a terrifying scene, never.
The spell power of the three merged Junlin Swords was fully unleashed, and Liszt's whole body was being scorched by the spell power flames, charring his skin. This was his final desperate attempt, raising the Junlin Sword.
In an instant.
As the blades met.
The world fell silent, as if muted.
Liszt caught the strike.
An extreme explosion centered on him, with the violent airflow causing the great fire in the entire city to collapse and twist like a ring, with thick smoke rolling.
