Chương 935: White Hole

Mira swept her scythe upward, creating a barrier of snow and ice. The thousands of swords in the air rapidly fell from the sky, exploding all around her, but they failed to break through.

However, the psycho monk in the sky didn't relent. He kept yelling, raining down sword lights like he had an infinite supply of them.

'Heh~' Mira smirked. 'Is that the best you got?'

With a stomp, Mira's mind connected to dozens of kilometers of snow and ice resting on the ground. She enveloped it all in her Soul Sense and clenched her fist. 

[Frozen Terrain Change].

The ground beneath her shook before the snow around her transformed into a giant hand behind the monk.

'Why don't we take that guy out of the sky?' She chuckled, and the massive snow hand swatted the monk like a fly, sending him crashing to the ground.

Then, before he could react, she used a technique that she hadn't used in a while, [Reaper].