The giant sword held by Nicolas transformed his entire aura, making him appear incomparably holy, and his body was filled with a rich, serene essence.
"Cross Holy Light!"
As he spoke, Nicolas swung the giant sword from his hand.
"Swish!"
As the giant sword swung from Nicolas's hand, a small cross symbol immediately materialized mid-air, quickly enlarging with a formidable momentum, advancing toward Ye Xunhuan as if to obliterate him.
This cross exuded a mysterious yet peaceful aura, compelling anyone to bow in worship.
But Ye Xunhuan sensed a dangerous aura from the cross.
"Break!"
In the next moment, the sword in Ye Xunhuan's hand, like a dragon emerging from water, sought to overturn seas and rivers, striking forth—his sword beam suddenly hovered in mid-air, swiftly cutting toward the cross!
"Boom..."
A muffled sound reverberated around, the cross trembled from the colossal attack, and the sacred white light weakened significantly at this instant.
