The black sword descended, and the immense pressure forced Maverick Flitwick to his knees.
In his panic, he pulled out the long sword at his waist and held it horizontally above his head to block.
A black line streaked across the air, and the long sword broke into two.
It could not block the blade of the cold sword at all.
A world-shocking blade descended!
Maverick's miserable shriek rang out. "Ah!"
An arm was sent flying.
Along with the boiling hot blood that splashed across the sky.
Hatcher Murphy's eyes narrowed as a bright light flashed through them. He knew that his commander had shown mercy.
If not, this strike would have taken Maverick's life!
It would have definitely taken his head, not chop off his arm.
Maverick's right arm was cut off, and he was in so much pain that he was in agony. He knelt on the ground, and a seven-meter-long gash appeared beside him.
This power terrified Maverick.