The dust and chaotic energy currents had yet to dissipate, but Duke was already diving down from mid-air.
That six-colored light ball had nearly drained most of his magic power, and his spiritual power was extremely exhausted.
Magic power could quickly recover, but spiritual power wasn't so easily replenished; he had to temporarily drink a potion to stabilize it.
The six rule branches slightly trembled in the Spiritual Sea, each pulse accompanied by a fatigue akin to needle pricks.
Yet Duke didn't give himself any respite. His right hand suddenly clenched during the dive, six colors of rule light erupted from his palm, extended along his fingers, coalesced, and solidified, turning into a six-colored long blade as tall as he was in the blink of an eye.
The blade was semi-transparent, with six colors of rule light coursing inside, each intersection of light on the edge of the blade sparking extremely subtle spatial ripples.
