"Boom!" A blaze swept through, turning the followers of the Dusk Cult to ash in an instant, but the man in the center of the square showed no sign of weakening.
"Can't hold it in anymore?" Xi Mu turned his head, looking at the dwarven loli biting on the hilt of the sword, her cheeks puffed out, and revealed a malicious smile.
He stretched out a finger, pinching the prototype Sword of Light, and gently increased the pressure, seeming to plan to pull out the Sword of Light.
"Mmm~" The dwarven loli's eyes widened, and she bit hard on the sword hilt, like an angry little dog, luckily the material of the hilt was a meteorite, not flesh and blood.
Otherwise, there would have been blood splattering everywhere.
And at that moment.
"The power of the Dragon, the power of the Witch of Death, the power of the Goddess of Life, the power of the Ash Fire." A distressed voice came, as a red-haired dwarf came over, his gaze firmly meeting Ahtal's.
"Your... body, can it still hold up?"