World-saving Plan: The Only Savior-Chapter 1457 - 339: Extraction Complete, A Bountiful Harvest
Perhaps the power of Ziwei is too formidable, or maybe it’s due to sensing the spiritual soothing from its master, the Purple Cloud Divine Sword, after trembling slightly, finally calmed down.
By this point, Ziwei had already noticed some extraordinary aspects of this sword, yet her expression still didn’t show much confidence.
"Though the sword is quite spiritual, but... Ji Xing, are you really certain that it can be harder than Olharast Steel? This sword seems to be a good Peace Device, but I must warn you, if it does get shattered later, you can’t blame me..."
This woman grumbled over there for a while, hesitating without swinging the sword.
This hesitation isn’t unfounded; after all, even the famous Olharast Steel had failed, and now she holds an ordinary treasure sword of unknown origin, how can she have faith in it?
In her eyes, this sword might at most be somewhat spiritual, but there are many spiritual weapons; how could it possibly match the hardness of Divine Casting Rock?
The Purple Cloud Divine Sword, though having absorbed previously, unlocked a certain level of seal, greatly increasing its power.
However, its appearance still hadn’t changed much, at most transforming from a rusty Iron Sword to a finely crafted treasure sword, yet it still hadn’t stepped beyond the level of Mortal Iron.
Zhang Xiaoman was exasperated; why is this woman so dithering?
"Do it!"
He emphasized his tone, giving a definitive answer, and seeing this, Ziwei finally felt relieved.
Her purple long hair fluttered as she slowly raised her only remaining arm, holding the Purple Cloud Divine Sword high, then with a flash of white light, swiftly swung the sword, completing a slash.
"So fast!"
Zhang Xiaoman was stunned, his heartbeat couldn’t help but quicken.
Even though he was fully focused while watching that strike, he only saw a fleeting afterimage pass by as she completed the attack.
If this sword strike were unleashed at close range against him, Ziwei’s attack speed would be difficult to react to.
"The power of a Middle-level Controller is indeed terrifying."
He realized the gap between himself and the opponent, especially in physical constitution.
Judging by the casual displays from the opponent, the strength of Ziwei’s constitution far surpassed his own by at least dozens of times.
And this was even a conservative estimate.
Zhang Xiaoman knew this was the gap in foundation.
His cultivation time was still too short.
Even though he learned many powerful Divine Skills from Ni Yang, in many other aspects, he was inferior to an entity like Ziwei, a Dark Spirit.
Be it the Spirit Rhinoceros Sequence, the strength of constitution, or those mysterious black runes, this short interaction let Zhang Xiaoman experience a truly systematic cultivation method, emphasizing the importance of a Dark Spirit’s strength enhancement.
This gave him hope for growing stronger, resulting in a clearer path for the future.
Quick as lightning, as Zhang Xiaoman’s thoughts spun, in just an instant, a reaction emerged from the massive altar before him. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
With Ziwei’s recent sword strike, the entire altar began to shake violently.
The ground was pulled and split apart by tremendous force, the cracks spreading to the mountain wall tens of meters away, finally stopping.
A gigantic fissure appeared in the center of the altar, the 50-meter-tall Demon God Altar, cleaved in two by Ziwei’s sword strike, collapsed with a loud rumble on both sides.
"What a formidable sword!"
Ziwei exulted, exclaiming loudly, sharing Zhang Xiaoman’s surprise, with equal admiration.
Unexpectedly, the weapon she had little hope for showed hardness far beyond her imagination, capable of withstanding her attack and cleanly splitting the altar.
Ziwei knew very well the colossal force contained in the strike she had just performed.
Unexpectedly, the ordinary-looking treasure sword turned out to be harder than the renowned Olharast Steel.
She gently ran her fingers over the smooth, unblemished blade, without a single scratch.
Such a Divine Weapon made her thrilled.
"It’s just that, what a pity..."
Ziwei’s gaze passed over the sword’s body, with a flash of regret in her eyes.
Her keen observation had long detected the sword’s flaw after that strike.
Though the hardness of the Purple Cloud Divine Sword is unmatched, capable of shattering Divine Casting Rock.
Unfortunately, the sword is strong beyond measure, yet not sharp enough.
Though it successfully split the altar in two, it relied entirely on Ziwei’s strength, not the sword’s inherent sharpness.
This gave Ziwei a feeling like using an iron rod to chop; not much difference.
"It seems like I need to employ some techniques; merely watching won’t be enough to completely destroy it..."
Ziwei’s eyes narrowed, her entire aura erupted.
At this moment, the casual demeanor of before vanished utterly, replaced by the earnest stance Zhang Xiaoman had first witnessed.
"This is what a Middle-level Controller should be like..."
For some reason, upon witnessing this demeanor, Zhang Xiaoman couldn’t help but think this.
The next moment, on Ziwei’s right arm, black floral patterns emerged, mysterious runes inscribed upon her body.
