The power of Holy Light burned her hands and the black mist trying to lock her steps with equal fury; the surging sword-gleam transformed into a Light Spear that stabbed toward the heavens, hacking viciously down onto Mork's bloated shoulder.
Riiip—!
The hardened amethyst crystal tumor was like thin paper before that legendary Strength!
A massive slab of rot-flesh large enough to fill the entire room, together with the aberrations parasitized upon it, was brutally hewn off in a single stroke!
Black foul blood spurted like a waterfall, splashing onto the pitch-black ground and turning into curling wisps of white smoke, flooding the whole battlefield in an instant.
That was an all-out strike from a Diamond Level powerhouse!
Amplified through the Light of Praise, even a Purple Crystal Level strong person could hardly block it unscathed!
Yet even a blow like this still couldn't be called fatal to Mork.
In fact, it was instead a trap.
