A streak of silver suddenly appeared!
Wang Jixuan's hands moved rapidly in a sword-finger gesture!
This strike drained eighty percent of his mana!
To achieve enough speed, to be sharp enough, to annihilate the soul!
To defeat the enemy with a single blow!
The Spiritual Ability User didn't have time to take half a breath, his vision only catching that streak of silver-white sword shadow before he felt a chill on his forehead, his eyes fixed, pupils dilated, and his body helplessly plummeted downwards.
The silver light appeared and pierced through the brain!
Smashing the living soul!
Wang Jixuan felt utterly drained, almost collapsing.
At this stage, using the flying sword was still too forced, especially considering it was used to exterminate the soul of a powerful Spiritual Ability User.
—This was an artifact that should belong in the realm of Condensation, yet he had used it prematurely as a means of survival and to kill enemies.
