Without reluctance, Grey brought his hand down decisively. The purple illusionary sword that had appeared over his head was also coming down right as soon as a eerie purple light appeared...
There was the clang of metal against metal, and Grey could be seen retreating after four steps backwards. A cold glint could be seen in his eyes at this moment as the purple light on his hand dimmed.
Grey suddenly let out a wave of Forbidden Stream that stopped the spinning scythe with sharp, serrated edges. The entire blade was purple, and the handle was black and let out small wisps of miasma.
Grey felt his heart palpitate as he instinctively clutched his head and reeled away backwards, after gazing at the purple blade.
The sharp feeling in his head was the same as looking at Divine creature. He felt as if his head would explode just from gazing at it.
In the same moment, he felt a strong life and death crisis, and did not hesitate to bring out a talisman from his storage bag.
