Samminah continuously controlled her Moonlight Blades from the side.
The crescent-shaped blades flashed repeatedly across the battlefield, instantly beheading every Black Guardian or Dark Warden that crossed its path.
However, because of their endless numbers, each Moonlight Blade would eventually dissipate after cutting through too many enemies.
Because of this, Samminah began to feel even more pressured, her expression growing increasingly grim.
Earlier, there had only been Five Dark Wardens.
Now, despite Samminah slaughtering them relentlessly, their numbers had already reached twenty.
Really... An inheritance belonging to a god was not something that could be obtained without proper preparation.
She sighed helplessly.
Had she waited for the artifacts that were supposed to be delivered to them, their current situation wouldn't be as dire.
