With a joyous, ringing cry, Qingyao pointed a claw toward the outside of the Cosmic Light Tower, its meaning unmistakable.
"Alright. I'll leave the enemy outside to you," Han Ning said, smiling and nodding.
'Now that Qingyao has successfully broken through to the Monarch Level, the Blade of Despair outside is no longer a threat!'
...
「Outside the tightly sealed stone doors of the Cosmic Light Tower.」
The Blade of Despair, which had been standing as motionless as a statue, suddenly snapped its eyes open, staring intently at the space behind the doors.
"HISS!"
At that moment, it sensed an incredibly terrifying presence slowly approaching.
It crouched slightly, and a sharp, humming vibration erupted from its entire body.
Then, it reached out and plunged its razor-sharp fingers into its own spinal column.
SPLURT!
Blood flew everywhere.
It rapidly drew its own spine from its back—a long bone shaped like a greatsword, covered in faint purple patterns.
