Mixed heritage
All of Jason's negative emotions whether it was wrath, anger, or agony had been released into the crescent sword beam that was empowered by a tremendous amount of mana.
He had to gasp for air, and his sight blurred as a single tear poured down his cheeks.
The emotions that had devoured his entire being were released through his father's divine silver aura, and his Infernal Celestia aura began to revert to the Celestia aura he had before.
Nevertheless, the outlines of Jason's pupils were still crimson.
Yet, his entire focus was on the crescent sword blade he had shot at the Drake alliance's army.
Several tens of thousand beings had been killed in an instant, ripped apart, and nobody, whether they were at the Lique or Prismar stage, was strong enough to survive the attack!
Evading was the only option, however, that was only possible if their trembling legs allowed them to move.