Super God Gene

Yisha hated Han Sen. Her power was amassing, building in strength. The purple flame broke through the enforced limit of Demon Grave. The power in her body was increasing.

But breaking through the power limit did not mean the suppression of Demon Grave was ineffective. Yisha’s power was too strong, so she broke past a limit She was crossing a line that allowed her to use a power that was not supposed to be in play there. Only elites like Yisha, who were halfway to becoming a god, had the power to do this. Not even an average King class could accomplish the same thing.

Because Yisha was only half-deified, she could not completely ignore the supposed limitations of Demon Grave. Her dramatic flare of power wasn’t actually as big of an improvement as it seemed. Still, she could ignore enough of Demon Grave’s suppression to raise her power to that of a Viscount.

Forcing her body to wield power like this was a definite strain. Even if she didn’t fight, simply holding the power would damage her.

If Han Sen hadn’t forced her hand, she would never have done this. But she was a Sword Queen, and she couldn’t idly accept what Han Sen was doing. So, she decided to kill him where he was, regardless of what it cost her.

Yisha was afraid Han Sen would steal the scabbard. And that was why she had been holding off, but now that it was inside the statue, nothing would happen. If she killed Han Sen, she could take the scabbard whenever she wanted. Now, without hesitation, she was happily unleashing her power.

Although she could only raise the power of a Viscount, that was enough. Yisha was holding her saw-knife. She didn’t swing it, but a purple flame was crawling atop it.

Han Sen was holding his Steel Centaur Shield, ready to withstand whatever attack came next. Suddenly, a sharp pain struck his arm. His flesh was exploding.

The wound on his arm was coming undone. Within a second, his entire arm was ripped open, revealing his white bones. The tear was spreading across his entire body.