Chapter 747: Helping Alice’s team
No words were exchanged. Max simply lifted his sword, his expression transforming into one of cold, lethal focus. With a swift, fluid motion, he swung his blade, channeling the full might of his Level 2 Concept of the Severing Sword into a single devastating slash.
The blade hummed with contained power, its edge blazing with a silvery light that seemed to slice through reality itself. In an instant, five or six towering Nulls who had been lunging for Alice and her teammates were cleaved cleanly in half, their bodies splitting apart with a sickening hiss of black blood and sizzling energy. Dark ichor sprayed in graceful arcs as the pieces collapsed to the ground, twitching weakly before going still.
Max’s eyes blazed with a brilliant blue glow as he lifted his free hand and muttered under his breath, "Magic Sword Barrage." The very air around him seemed to ripple as space twisted, and suddenly, a hundred glowing blue swords materialized overhead, each blade pulsing with fierce energy, the deadly aura of the Level 2 Concept of the Severing Sword overflowing from them like radiant mist.
The swords floated in tight, organized ranks, their points glinting menacingly as Max’s will flowed into them like water finding its path.
With a silent, precise gesture, Max unleashed the blades.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The hundred swords shot forward like meteors, slicing through the blood-soaked air in dazzling streaks of cobalt light. Each blade moved with uncanny intelligence, adjusting its flight path as it honed in on the mass of Nulls flooding the field before Alice’s team.
The glowing swords rained down upon the monstrous horde, cutting through the darkness in a blazing storm. Some swords cleaved straight through Null torsos, splitting them into halves that fell away like butchered meat. Others drove directly into gaping skulls, piercing through bone and brain matter with surgical precision. Many blades plunged into Null limbs and pinned the creatures screaming into the churned earth, immobilizing them and leaving them easy prey for the nearby hunters to finish off.
The battlefield was momentarily bathed in blue light as each sword struck home, creating a staccato rhythm of metallic shrieks, wet impacts, and dying roars. In a matter of seconds, nearly a hundred Nulls lay sprawled across the earth, bodies shredded, heads lolling lifelessly, or pinned to the ground in pools of seeping dark blood.