?The shaking of the ground started gradually, bit by bit increasing till pebbles and massive rocks began to tumble down the high mountains in the distance.


    Ovepping domains and fierce shouts rolled in like an apocalypse scene, the ardent fervor in the voice too prominent to overlook despite the chaos.


    Wendy''s lonesome figure seemed so weak and minuscule in the face of such a stampede of steel, to the point where one would think that running over her body would be more than enough to snuff out her little life.


    High in the skies and in the eight directions, powerful auras began to appear one by one, albeit there wasn''t a hint of malice in their presence.


    These saints were obviously spectators. With the scale of the erupting conflict, only saints are qualified to calmly watch, not particrly scared of losing their lives to the uing shockwaves.


    Friends and foes both gathered. For example, on a mountain peak not too far away, five figures were silently watching.


    Pandora, Juvia, Zofia, Olivia, and Meranda.


    These three secret agents of Te''s stood respectfully behind these two silver-haired women.


    Zofia the ever-curious cat stepped forward to intimately hug and sway Pandora''s right arm,ughing as she asked: "Boss, is that big sister going to be alright? Should we prepare to provide support?"


    Pandora furrowed her brow, not knowing how to answer this question.


    Juvia said, "We can only watch for now."


    Other than Leonardo, no one on this side of the Sky Mountains witnessed Wendy inbat, not even Aria, as the only time Wendy made a move in the past was while being under the control of her co-soul. Thus, Wendy''s pure and unadulteratedbat effectiveness remained a mystery for all.


    Everyone who came to spectate was surprised as there wasn''t any information on this saint by Leonardo''s side since she never made a move in the open, to the extent that everyone thought that she was just an empty flower vase, an attendant.


    Even Jeffery who was watching through a magical mirror with Queen Adeline''s powers felt shocked.


    This young woman who was serving him tea and snacks, always standing respectfully like a maid, was actually a powerful saint. He felt his world spin around him, thanking his lucky stars that he wasn''t swayed so much by her wild charm to the point where he did something he might have regretted.


    Of course, his self-restraint was attributed to his respect, fear, and reverence for Leonardo.


    "She''s making a move!"


    Zofia suddenly shouted in a low voice, her golden-slitted pupils trained on that tall and elegant figure dressed in white.


    …


    Sigh…


    "Perhaps I should have really killed the few to save the many? Well,pared to the scale of an entire, this pitiful army could also be considered a few, I guess?"


    Wendy''s voice wasn''t that loud. However, it seemed to reach the sky above, the earth below, and the horizon across.


    This was because her cultivation base and domain unfurled simultaneously with her voice, the sound waves of her sybles riding the expanse of translucent worldly energy adherent to her spiritual strength rather than the preset ambient energy of the world, easily crossing distances unknown.


    She was merely trying topensate for the lost momentum of sound by the use of her spiritual strength in a simr manner to when she expanded her senses, never expecting for this to actually work. Thus, she was delighted inwardly, feeling that her actions were praiseworthy.


    The finite control over the domain, spiritual strength, and sound disyed by Wendy brought an expression of stern vignce to the eyes of many cultivators in the shadows, Juvia andpany being no exception.


    Juvia and Pandora knew that this woman must be a very powerful existence to be Leonardo''s student, but strength and skill were two entirely different concepts.<novelnext></novelnext>


    As the domain expanded, it easily overwhelmed the superimposed domains on the horizon, not even their chaotic shouts could block the seemingly gentle voice that dripped with apathy and pity as it nailed through their shocked minds.


    In that instant ofg in judgment, Wendy made her next move.


    She waved her hand in the air, wisps of multicolored energy, as fine threads of silk danced above her hand before she reached for the elegant short sword strapped to her waist. With a light tug, the sword left its scabbed, these interweaving multicolored strands of energy congregating along its body and spine, jutting out into the shape of a radiant longsword.


    Wendy then seemed to take one step, but it also looked like two, perhaps four, and it might have been six. However, a long trail of lifelike afterimages filled the sky, approaching the army in a semicircr siege like an advancing mirage of death.


    Silent and fleeting.


    "Attack!"


    The vanguard saints shouted, though their voices were lost without a trace, leaving them shocked and horrified as they instinctivelyughed a tsunami of powerful energy sts onto the string of afterimages indiscriminately.


    Boom!


    Thend, sky, and mountains shook with these violent vibrations, the countless Wendy phantoms exploding into opaque multicolored clouds that were particrly ring through the dust and debris.


    Just as they were hurriedly sweeping the battlefield with their senses, a brilliantly glowing multicolored sun blossomed in the heart of the army''s formation, the gentle rainbow rays suddenly bing a boiling hot stream of piercingser beams impaling the bodies of hundreds of cultivators.


    A clearance with a radius of half a mile suddenly formed in the heart of the army, drawing everyone''s attention while collecting some interest in the form of fearful gasps. Unknowingly though, streams of blood from the cut-down soldiers seeped through the ground, silently rushing in Leonardo''s direction as he sat on the smooth and t surface of a thick energy vein underground.


    These people had yet to react when the massive sun split into six even portions, reflecting the rotations of dawn, midday, and dusk in a cycle of yin and yang.


    With the principles of magic as a foundation, Wendy didn''t need a study sword to disy the powerful techniques from the Fourth Dimension Immortal Scripture.


    She silently raised her fair hand as the six even yet proportionally massive sectionspressed into six multicolored long swords, a dense aura of doom vibrating around their bodies, causing space to quake and time to dte.


    Thin ck cracks began to web their way through the superimposing domains, dark clouds rumbling with lightning starting to gather silently above the battlefield as an iparably majestic will descended to mend these cracks in space-time.


    Everyone was shocked with horror by the disy of such might, but the priests in the crowd immediately noticed the dark clouds and began to kowtow toward the sky with fear and worship, believing that their Goddess came to their rescue.


    Only when the number of priests dropping to their knees and foreheads on the ground substantially increased did everyone notice the weird phenomenon in the sky.


    In this seemingly silent and colorful world, there seemed to be an especially prominent color of pale blue flickering in and out like a meandering long dragon about to descend with a vengeful wrath to demolish all existence.


    However, not everyone felt fear, awe, and reverence.


    For example, Leonardo who had a smile on the corner of his lips.


    For example, Juvia and Pandora who had experienced much more than this.


    For example, Ingrid who walked out from Te''s main building dressed in a long ck dress, her raven ck hair cascading down her back like a river of ink, a ck umbre covering her face as she silently disappeared into the crowded streets.


    For example, Wendy who lowered her hand with an expression of cold indifference in her eyes.


    Her lips moved.


    "Die."