They were Light Sabers made of oil paint, yet they radiated a scorching heat.
Dozens of Holy Light Swords darted through the air like a school of fish, sending out wave after wave of golden halos that purified all the corruption in the area. The Corrupters' bodies on the ground began to smoke, like snow under the sun, and rapidly burned away into charred remains.
No matter how formidable "Siegfried's" Corrupter body was, it was still a Corrupter and thus weak to Holy Light. The steel scales on his body quickly turned red-hot and billowed black smoke. As dozens of Holy Swords locked onto him, an intense, prickling pain spread across his skin, as if he were about to be riddled with holes.
SWISH SWISH SWISH!
