บท 782: Battle Over The Horizon

Like the files, the Rakshasa began dropping. The Darkest Sun had made the initial move and began weaving the very darkness of space itself into solidified weapons. With small gestures, swords, spears, javelins, and arrows made of pitch-black darkness shot forward, almost invisible to the eye and hidden within the void of space.

The onslaught of materialized weapons tore through the lower-ranked Rakshasa as if they were made of tinfoil. Breaking them apart and shattering their bodies, they immediately went for the next target, not stopping or waiting. Like hungry piranhas in bloodied waters, the swords found their target and immediately went to the next.

Seeing the impeccable display of power from the Darkest Sun's mere gesture gave an incredible boon of confidence to the cultivators around him. They were shaking in ecstasy as they wanted to join in, however, the order for first contact hadn't been made yet.