Boom!

The Cyanscale Corpse Eaters ate three gorgeous sword auras as I swung my weapon. They were also being skewered by my Icy Cyclone Domains and roasted by the Ancient Divine Dragon’s Summon the Storm. An entire horde of Level 245 fiend-rank mobs dropped to 50% HP in just the blink of an eye.

I thought I would see through the assault until the end, so I made the Ancient Divine Dragon bow its head low enough that I could press my left palm against the ground. The next moment, countless seals appeared on the ground, and indigo-colored energy beams abruptly burst out all around me. It annihilated absolutely everything in its path, and even the lowest damage dealt was still over 150k. Ever since I obtained the Sacred Armament, my Attack had reached a point where it could only be described as brutal...

"Roar roar roar…"

The Cyanscale Corpse Eaters kept dying and contributing to my experience bar and Divine Energy Points. After killing almost a thousand Cyanscale Corpse Eaters in one go, I said to the hundreds of Viking Cavalrymen standing some distance away from me while absorbing the undead soul sparks, "What are you guys waiting...