章 1545: 1545. Virus

Noah could sense Heaven and Earth's influence above him. He felt their intentions, and part of his mind prepared for the inevitable clash. Yet, most of his focus remained on Madame Canson.

'One problem at the time,' Noah thought before glancing at his blades.

The Demonic Sword had benefitted from his growth. It was in the quasi-rank 8 stage now. Instead, the white sword didn't improve. It remained a rank 7 inscribed weapon in the upper tier.

'I guess I'm going to lose you,' Noah thought while inspecting the white blade.

He had already fixed it with his dark matter multiple times, but the blade was about to reach its limits. Noah's higher energy had almost replaced more than half of its original structure.

Madame Canson didn't waste time with words. The all-absorbing black sphere had disappeared, so she could finally start attacking her dangerous opponent.