But the tip of his sword gradually cut into the sawfish's bony saw, then faster and deeper.
Slice——!
In the midst of an ear-piercing sword clang that made everyone's teeth ache, Byron roared, the sword light contracted, and flashed by.
He actually split a giant sea monster from head to tail into two neat halves, the massive blood-splattered carcass crashing into the sea.
After the water spray subsided, only Byron himself stood proudly in mid-air, holding his sword.
The blood stains left on his cheeks did not make him look weak, but rather added a touch of the iron-blooded aura loved by the Bayfolk to his excessively handsome face.
Just at that moment, a ray of sunlight shone down through a gash in the clouds overhead, gilding him in dazzling gold.
The scene freezes, like immortality.
During this entire North Sea Region facing the Luanyan Epoch, amidst the turmoil.
He, Byron Lancaster, the King of the Wild Hunt, seemed to be the only light above the North Sea!
