But what shocked him was that the ash-white sword seemed formless, almost illusory, condensed by intent. His strike to block the ash-white sword was futile as the sword pierced through his curved blade and chopped down directly.
Realizing something was wrong and wanting to change his defensive approach against this peculiar ash-white sword, it was already too late. He could only roar lowly as a powerful force surged through his body, forming a solid defense.
He exerted his secret technique to the full, even burning his own origin, to form a robust defense.
As the ash-white sword approached, he felt the presence of death.
Spurt!
The ash-white sword penetrated the defense and slashed into his body.
Death descended!
At that moment, this Realm Master's expression was one of horror, sensing his vitality being eroded, his physical body withering, and his Divine Soul extinguishing, filled with a terrifying sense of death.
"You!"