With a light wave of his hand, a Light Blade shot through the air—an effortless gesture.
But the carnage it caused was terrifying.
A large, fan-shaped area dozens of meters in front of them was cleared out. In the jungle, the trees and vegetation, carefully cultivated by the Forest Race for extreme resilience, were all severed by the Light Blade, leaving behind only bare, bisected trunks.
Even Hui Ming and the others at his side felt their pupils contract at the sight of such power.
The vegetation cultivated by the Forest Race was troublesome, but they were all beings who stood at the pinnacle of normal life. It wouldn't have been difficult for them to escape, provided they were willing to pay a certain price and use their abilities. But to cause such terrifying destruction as effortlessly as the black-robed man had? That was impossible.
This was the power of the King Level.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
