The next moment, the sword energy struck.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Within seconds, the blazing rings collapsed one after another. Each impact felt like a judgment from the heavens themselves, descending with merciless precision. The remaining rings groaned violently, their surface twisting as cracks rapidly spread, sword energy gnawing at their very structure as if it were alive.
Albert's arms trembled uncontrollably. Blood seeped from the corners of his mouth as his spiritual energy burned at an unsustainable rate, his elixir field shaking violently under the pressure.
"This isn't just imitation…" Albert realized in horror as the sword energy finally broke through and assaulted his body directly.
Blood spewed out of him like a dam bursting open.
He was a third ranker, that much was true.
But the problem was that he still hadn't integrated his body into his core.
Which meant he lacked true regenerative capabilities.
Every wound was real.
Every slash was permanent.
