Max tightened his grip.
Divine Punishment Lightning had reached its full output, and every strand of seven-colored lightning he could currently control had been drawn out.
There would be no prolonged exchange after this. No testing, no tempering, and no further sword confrontation.
Max looked at the Eighth Shadow, his emotionless eyes reflecting the enormous crimson sword falling toward him.
Then seven-colored lightning erupted from his body, and he disappeared.
This time, even the trial space seemed unable to follow him.
For a fraction of a second, the entire arena was swallowed by seven-colored lightning.
The Eighth Shadow reacted on instinct, bringing its colossal blood-red sword crashing down while the phantom behind it followed. The combined attack tore through the battlefield with enough force to split the black stone apart and send crimson energy surging outward in every direction.
Max was no longer there.
