Capítulo 820: Sword

Whooooooooooosh.

Shards of nearly indestructible spikes scattered to the sides and gradually dissipated into darkness. There wasn't even a scratch left on the roots, it seemed like it was as easy for them as breaking a rock.

Wain's eyes were wide open and his lips trembled slightly as he could not believe what he was seeing. It seemed to him as if the fight had suddenly become one level harder and it had happened in a heartbeat.

'That's what I was trying to tell you. If you had used my power earlier, we would have easily handled the previous artifacts, but then I wouldn't have had enough energy to help you with something this serious.' Abyss Artist uttered in an ice-cold voice while his eyes examined the roots.

'I see... That bastard left the strongest artifacts for the end. Fuck, if I didn't have you, maybe this would be the end...' Wain inwardly muttered as a shiver ran through his body and fear shackled his heart like heavy metal chains.