With a single slash, scorching sword aura compressed the wind and waves, directly cleaving toward the hovering Pope of Light Hebrew.
Although Heaven's Tremor, Solar Judgment had already pierced through the gathering clouds overhead, making its subsequent casting appear smaller to the naked eye, the sheer power of Lyra's slash could still faintly judge through the elemental vision, where millions of elemental particles were being pushed away at light speed, revealing its immense strength.
Having transcended the rank of Magnus and successfully ascended to Arcanist mage, Lyra's power increase was far from marginal, it was like transforming a mere lake into a vast, boundless river.
Feeling the threat from the sword aura, Hebrew lightly pressed the Holy Scripture. Layer upon layer of illusory light bricks floated before him, collectively forming a three-dimensional defensive wall.
