"Ashen Sever!"
Modret muttered in his heart as he slashed out with his sword once more, causing the overwhelming world of white surrounding them to flicker and darken for a subconscious moment.
The attack moved at blinding speed, a swift arc of fire heading directly toward the spot where Iron Hand had previously collapsed.
The snow rustled slightly, as if a figure were struggling to rise, just as the sword art struck the location.
A mist of blood sprayed outward, yet Modret's heart was far from calm.
'Still nothing from the system? What kind of opponent is this?' Modret was filled with shock.
However, with his infinite mana, he didn't delay for an instant, swiftly slashing out with his sword again.
His hand cracked violently but was instantly regenerated by his numerous abilities.
One attack.
Two attacks.
Ten attacks.
More than a minute passed with Modret continuously unleashing the Ashen Sever, but he still didn't receive any notification from the system.
