The combined attack of the six Martial Saints was anything but ordinary.
Six streams of power closed in on Sparta in an instant.
But unexpectedly, a thick red glow suddenly erupted from Sparta’s body, blocking all six attacks.
“So strong!”
Seeing Sparta take their combined strike head-on without a scratch, all six were shocked. At the same time, they felt a surge of relief—thank goodness they’d lured this guy into the formation. Otherwise, even if their six-man team could kill him, it would come at a terrible price.
Though Sparta was unhurt, he was thoroughly enraged. The long saber in his hand burst forth with dazzling divine light and swept out in a wide arc.
“Pfft!”
The saber light gleamed like divine radiance, as if it could split heaven and earth in two.
“Ugh!”
A muffled groan rang out—Fiona Li, who’d retreated the slowest, now had a hideous wound across her chest, blood pouring nonstop.