A golden stream of light surged upward from the tip of the Demon-Subduing Sword, transforming instantly into feathered clothing that draped over Aozawa's body, flaring like flames in the wind.
The visual effect was strikingly impressive.
Aozawa couldn't see the invisible slash, but he could see a jet-black line.
He leapt off the ground, and the Demon-Subduing Sword emitted a rapid whooshing sound, slicing down along the jet-black line.
The unstoppable slash dissipated silently, like snow meeting hot oil.
Scarred permafrost, a distance of hundreds of meters.
It seemed as if Aozawa had crossed it in a single step, the godlike speed akin to teleportation made Chaos's four pairs of scarlet eyes widen, an uncontrollable fear spreading within.
It made him recall, as a mere mortal, the overwhelming pressure upon seeing Lord Unicorn, no, perhaps even stronger than Lord Unicorn.
Chaos felt like an ant crawling on the ground, unable to discern which was higher, a person or a horse.
