"I'll take her," Noah ordered. "You handle the rest. How strong can they be if Heaven and Earth are willing to let us test them?"
Noah used those words to lift the morale of his companions, but he didn't dare to underestimate cultivators who had lived in the cities in the sky. There was something off about their laws, and even their inscribed items escaped his knowledge.
His attention was on Lady Phyllis' sleeves. Noah couldn't see her hands, but his instincts told him that the dangerous aspect of that cultivator was there.
'I should end this soon,' Noah thought as the unstable substance flowed inside his black vessels.
Flames amassed in his mouth, and the roots in his right hand opened to make room for the black handle coming out of his chest. Noah drew the cursed sword without showing any hesitation, and his bloodlust filled the entire region.