Amidst the crimson lightning, time and space plunged into a strange dimness.
It wasn't just the corrupted army before him.
Even dust, gravel, and water droplets froze in an instant, locked within the emergent lightning Domain.
The very air seemed to ignite. In a flash, the corrupted army was shattered by countless slashes, dissipating like a thin mist under a blazing sun.
It felt like hours had passed, but it was all over in an instant.
"Hmph. Just another soul for my blade."
Westheid withdrew Shadow-Born. As the crimson blade spun back into its sheath, the twisted Tree Spirit that had been behind him collapsed with a crash. Its body was rapidly consumed by crimson embers, turning into flying ash.
This Tree Spirit had been the most conspicuous member of the corrupted army's wave. Over fifty meters tall, its body was covered in dark purple and eerie green thorny vines. It even wielded a longsword made of amber, wrapped around its arm.
