The flesh and blood of a Negative Power User, if completely devoured, would still grant the First Seat the ability to continue fighting.
Yet this time, before the Sword of Confession could stab down, the roaring of Ether came from behind.
"You're just an illusion..."
Nesanel coldly passed through that illusory figure, shaking off the influence of the Confession Song, and charged swiftly towards the First Seat.
Aimou, Geoffrey, and the others were still nearby. To protect them, Nesanel had to temporarily restrain the power of Secret Energy. The terrifying heat receded, leaving only the Ethereal Power of the Extreme Realm to fiercely crash into the First Seat's body.
At the moment of contact, Nesanel's punch shattered the extending white bone of the First Seat. The Sword of Confession turned and slashed towards Nesanel. At this moment, this Supreme Secret Sword had already orchestrated enough notes. Once cut by it, one would sink into a beautiful dream.
