“RIP!”

Misty Light's blade only shook lightly but it produced an incomparably ear-piercing sound of space being cut through. A formless sword aura unrestrainedly cut through over a hundred meters of space, and surprisingly carved out a one hundred fifty meter long, perfectly straight, sword mark on the Conferred God Stage.

The difficulty of leaving even a faint mark on the Conferred God Stage was far greater than splitting apart a huge mountain.

In the audience seating ...