But faced with the Thorny Execution that could wipe out an entire unit of heavy cavalry with one blow, Joan didn't stop her steps, charging forward like a silver-white galloping horse.
Her breathing subtly changed, activating the Holy Knight's Mystic Art [Silver Emblem], merging with the Holy Sword in her hand, cutting through the incoming tridents like a hot knife through butter.
Crackling...
A raging fire burst forth in the Blood Lake, black smoke billowing, emitting a strong burnt stench.
The barrage of spears and tridents posed no obstacle to her.
If it were still [Thorny Duke] Vlad III here, by this point, he would have exhausted all his trump cards and would be awaiting a one-sided beating.
Some female Night Demons watching couldn't help but cover their eyes, unable to bear the gruesome scene that would follow.
