Spirit Realm, Lost City Poseidya.
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!...
The sword light, cold as the silver moon, flashed brilliantly, piercing through the air once, twice, thrice... finally transforming into countless star fragments that precisely killed each "black insect" one by one.
Almost before the humanoid monster could swing its sword, every "black insect" forming its body had already been sliced in half, and only when Aiven's sword light retracted did the monster's form suddenly collapse.
Bang——
Only a white, chilling three-eyed human skull remained on the ground, spinning around.
[Sword Style: Chirping!]
In this pure spiritual world, although everything had lost its original form and became represented by various symbols and signs, it also enabled Aiven to more easily perceive their essence.
Apart from the growth in witchcraft, even his own practice of swordsmanship had greatly benefited.
