The world lost its light for a second, and Noah reappeared in the sky with his fiendish mouth still open. Flames spread under him, and the armored knights crumbled under the might of his innate ability.
The aura radiated by the purple lines pressed on his mind and made him deplete more mental energy, but Noah preferred to take care of the other defenses first. Moreover, he would exhaust his solid darkness before emptying his sea of consciousness anyway, so he didn't mind those inscriptions.
Some of the mirrors shattered under the shockwaves released by his attack, but the others followed his figure and launched beams made of different elements. Meanwhile, the cultivators in the distance fired their cannons, which shot large bullets covered in a smelly substance.
Noah tilted his wrist, and hundreds of black lines shot from the Demonic Sword. That simple gesture had been enough to launch slashes in every direction, and all of them had a quasi-rank 6 power!