Bab 1813: Lustrous Skies

Before the broken cracks of space could engulf the dead wind spirit, Davis reached out his hand and concentrated on retrieving the head and the spatial ring. His soul force quickly wrapped around the fleshy remains he required as he severed them with the help of the suction force from the spatial cracks.

The spatial tear was thin yet stretched long and tall as it cleaved the land. Therefore, it quickly stitched back, and the space returned back to normalcy.

Such sharpness left the spirits sucking in a cold breath of air.

How could a Peak-Level Spirit Ancestor who could fight a level above be just killed in one swing?

Even Nightveil, who had just clashed with the third heavenly tribulation lightning, couldn't help but glance at Davis as her eyes shook, her pupils reflecting the unbelievable scene.