"The one who's here to take your life," Amalia said coldly.
In a flash, she appeared in front of him, the blade in her hand erupting with even greater power than before.
As her blade fell, the very void trembled violently.
Helel, despite being at the late stage of King level, could not withstand it.
With a sharp crack, a fracture appeared along the shaft of his spear.
In just an instant, the spear snapped into two pieces, and the blade light fell onto his right shoulder, severing his arm clean off.
Helel's face turned pale for a brief moment.
Ignoring his severed arm, he immediately shifted his position.
However, he didn't expect Amalia to react just as quickly, moving with him like a shadow.
Her blade danced constantly, each strike not the strongest individually, but the relentless, tightly packed attacks left countless wounds across his body, the injuries compounding and growing ever more serious.
