Power at this level was very difficult to be described or understood by a mortal mind, the power of these fifty million blades caused reality itself to crack and for a brief moment, the darkness of the Underverse was revealed.
The light from this attack shone inside it, banishing the darkness and killing millions of the denizens of this dark place, and then the attack reached its target.
There was silence as what resembled a green sun swallowed the body of the girl alongside the flaming eye behind her and for an instant, it was almost as if she was dead. Even a Rank 9 Mage would have problems handling a blow like this.
Andar right hand had been in a pushing motion, as if he was physically hurling the Wind blades, swiping to the left with a harsh movement, the Wind blades did not vanish, but instead, they began to rotate.
The space near the edges of this maelstrom was torn to pieces, and it was difficult to imagine the sort of destructive forces happening in the center of this maelstrom as Andar had pushed all the energy towards the center where the girl was.
He squeezed his fist and the maelstrom compressed itself and the speed increased. Over the calamitous noise from the area, as space was repeatedly torn to pieces, it was possible to hear the screams from the girl.
These were not screams of pleasure as she toyed with Andar before, now they were filled with pain and panic. Andar did not care how absurd her physique was, she was still a Rank 3 Mage, and her pseudo-immortality could only go so far.
He wanted to look up to ask for a sign from the Arch mages that had gone still and were spectating this battle because he knew they would not allow him to kill this girl, she was far too valuable and powerful for them to allow her death.
But then there was a loud thumping sound, and the swirling maelstrom began to expand, pushing against the compression, before he could adjust to this change, it abruptly shrank and vanished, leaving a battered figure floating alone in space.
The body of the girl was revealed, and she had been seriously injured, calling her a body was an overstatement for she had lost the majority of her skin, and except for her left arm, the rest of her limbs had been destroyed.
Her face had been destroyed entirely and she was blind, leaving two gaping holes in her bleached skull. She resembled a body that had been left to the elements for years.
It was possible to see her heart beating through her rib cage, it was erratic, as if at any moment it might just fail. It was very possible that if she did not heal herself quickly, she would perish.
Andar was correct, although her talents were as ridiculous as his own, her level was still too low and she could still be destroyed, he just needed enough power.
Her skinless face was a thing of horror, but she laughed aloud, bringing out her tongue to lick her bloody teeth. She could no longer heal, her body had been taken to the limits until it had broken.
"Without my physique, I would be dead a million times over, and to think I had thought your title was a mistake."
There was a crack beside her and a cracked diamond appeared for a moment before collapsing to dust.
She sighed in relief, her death had been shifted to that treasure and she would now be able to heal,
"I apologize for that oversight, but I cannot allow you to win. I wished we could have fought this battle when we are both Rank 9 Mages, but I had no choice. It's my turn… don't die quickly Andar, it would… sadden me."
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