Facing that Sacred Artifact–grade Sword of Divine Wrath, Daniel's expression did not ripple in the slightest.
It was as if what approached him was nothing more than a breeze brushing past his face.
Hiss—
Wherever the divine sword passed, space shattered inch by inch, like a parchment scroll being torn apart.
If he were struck by it, he would inevitably be ground into dust by those fractured spatial rifts.
Boom—
Daniel resolutely burned his Immortal Singularity.
Golden flames rose from his body, as though he had draped himself in a cloak woven from blazing fire, snapping and roaring in the air.
When Natasha saw this, she cried out in alarm, "Wait!"
The hundreds of powerful figures also stared at that silhouette in astonishment.
The expert who had spoken with Daniel earlier was especially stunned. His mouth hung open, and he could not utter a single word.
Daniel slowly clenched his fist.
His voice was low, yet it seemed to carry some irresistible decree.
"Light."
