Curse

The Space Rending Blade was like a knife cutting through butter as it easily tore a huge hole through Doroman's powerful defenses in less than a second.

Doroman's rhombus pupils shrank as he looked at that huge, pitch-black Wind Blade. The endless incantations coming from his huge mouth erupted like a volcanic eruption.

In an instant, a chaotic spellwave flowed out. Spells kept clashing and collapsing three to four meters away from Doroman's mouth, creating a storm formed from eight kinds of powers. 

That pure Elemental Destruction Storm clashed with the Space Rending Blade and forcibly slowed the speed of the Space Rending Blade.

Spatial Storms, Elemental Storms, and Void Storms were the most threatening things in the void. With the Space Rending Blade tearing through space and colliding with the Elemental Storm, it was unavoidable for both of them to destroy each other.