The changes in Blasphemer's aura and his subsequent actions didn't escape Liora's eyes.
She didn't choose to meet his blow head-on, knowing that even though she possessed the Myriad Devils Armor, coming into contact with holy power could still be fatal.
With a move of her mind, a sword that mirrored that of Blasphemer appeared in her hand, shaped by pure darkness.
As its sharp edge shimmered with a brilliant light, she flicked her wrist and thrust it forward.
With a clang, the nearly identical swords met in the air.
A myriad of lights flashed at the point of their collision as the holy power and demonic energy clashed against each other.
Neither of them overpowered the other, causing both parties—Liora and the Blasphemer—to step back in unison.
The air around them trembled as they relieved the force while the clouds tumbled, evidence of the powerful strength they both possessed.
