Nosphaleen walked slowly out of the battlefield, Sylas hovering in front of her on a slightly curved bed of silver. There wasn't the slightest hint of blood on her other than the blush on her cheeks that underlined the barest hint of fatigue.
No matter what, tens of millions of enemies were still tens of millions of enemies. At a normal pace, even if you killed one every second, it would take hundreds of days to finish.
Nosphaleen had ended a battle like this in just three hours. That was how long it took before what hope they had fully collapsed and they began to directly give up one after another.
But the amount of death on her hands was unfathomable, and yet right this moment, she seemed as pristine as always.
When she returned to the group of the 073 Sanctum, beams of light appeared around them as they ascended beyond the lower tiers to the same tier as those Sanctums ranked from 030 to 011.
