1476. Ambition

Noah found himself surrounded by scorching flames. His draconic armor had crumbled, and only the layer of dark matter and corrosive smoke covered his body now.

The unstable substance still flowed through his black veins, but Felicia had already shown that her flames could hurt him even in that state. She was strong, stronger than any other solid stage cultivator Noah had ever faced.

Noah didn't hesitate to rely on his strongest asset when he realized how poor his situation was. The reptilian mouth was about to close on his figure, but an intense bloodlust suddenly filled the area and slowed down the attack.

The white sword returned inside the separate space, and a black handle came out of his chest. Noah promptly wielded it with his right hand, and the flames in his surroundings shattered when he waved his blades.

The space bent under the power carried by Noah's sharpness. The scarlet flames disappeared as slashes flew through the sky and slammed on the enemy army.