The holy sword sparkled. Like a dazzling light falling from the sky, Estellade pierced through the air.

Slice!

“Urgh!”

Estellade cut through the leader’s chest and stomach. It was a critical attack, and the leader quickly backed away. Zich didn’t follow him and fought off the underlings around him instead. Among Zich’s opponents, there wasn’t even one person with a trace of their past confidence, and they all stared at the shining holy sword with fearful eyes.

Sling! Sling! Sling!

Bright lights flashed in the dark passageway multiple times, and every time a light lit up, an underling’s head fell off. The underlings appeared so weak now that it was hard to believe that they had cornered Zich and his companions recently.

Zich stopped moving his sword. Estellade’s blade was completely covered in scarlet blood. But a moment later, all the blood flowed down its body and Estellade returned back to its original, clean state. Estellade was a sword that always maintained its pure white blade and didn’t accept any sort of uncleanliness. Soon, Zich’s eyes traveled to the only opponent left—the leader. The leader was heaving near the entrance like he was running out of breath.

“Do...