SHING!
With a singular, explosive burst of his newly awakened Sword Intent, the plain iron blade in his right hand erupted with a blinding, white-blue radiance that completely dissolved the surrounding toxic mist.
Ethan swung.
The localized shockwave cleaved the air. The six-meter matriarch didn't even have time to shriek before the white-blue arc of pure conceptual sharpness sliced its massive, armored head completely off its shoulders. At the same time, the horizontal trajectory continued effortlessly, bisecting the final four-meter elite spider into two identical, leaking halves behind it.
The massive, decapitated torso of the tyrant collapsed heavily into the mud. Ethan calmly reached down, gripping the severed leg still protruding from his abdomen, and pulled it cleanly out of his body with a wet SLUCH sound.
