Her left half was almost completely shaved off, her internal organs exposed to the air.
Wang Ran was somewhat surprised.
He wasn't clear about what had happened in that instant, but the old woman had clearly been seriously injured.
In the angel's name!
Anna didn't miss the opportunity.
She raised her right hand, within the palm forming a phantom of the Sword of Adjudication.
Annihilation!
A peculiar strength enveloped the old woman's battered body, her frame splitting into countless fine points of light scattering in all directions.
"No!"
The old woman let out a cry of despair.
She had not yet summoned the Divine Altar, had not yet shown all her strength. That scream was her resentment and unwillingness; yet, it was also her final utterance.
She, dispersed with the wind.
The battle between deities is such: either standoff through the lengthy sands of time or swiftly determine the victor in an ephemeral moment.
Anna cast an indifferent glance at Wang Ran.