Sterl stood tall on the earth, holding the Sword of the World in his hand. He still maintained the stance as if mid-swing, but the next moment, he slowly lowered the sword and let out a long sigh.
He had realized that the once endless army of Demon Beasts had now disappeared. Within a radius of several hundred miles, aside from the few silver-white rivers flowing across the land, there were only the deep, bottomless ravines and cracks created by his sword aura.
"Is this all the strength you have...?"
Sterl looked at the massive hole in the distance, which spanned tens of thousands of meters in diameter, his face unchanged.
Although his body was covered in wounds, his blood, dark and crimson, nearly turned him into a blood-soaked figure, his breath was still incredibly powerful.
