Without the Shadowmare, Rone was still unstoppable.
A seemingly unremarkable Sword of Lingering Death in his hands, relying on extraordinary martial skills...
Uh, Rone's martial skills were average at best—like other God-chosen Knights, his strategy revolved around the brute force of "strength makes the bricks fly."
The difference was his strength was greater, and his bricks flew farther.
The Sword of Lingering Death tore through space, roaring as black fissures churned with chaotic flows. Accompanied by Rone's indomitable aura, it stirred space into detonating booms, its momentum peerless for a moment.
Just a simple, seemingly unimpressive charge caused the entire Underworld Great Tomb to tremble.
Wayne said nothing, gripping the Shadowmare tightly and meeting Rone head-on.
As the edges of their swords clashed, the sweeping death essence surged outward in all directions, corroding everything in its path.
