Chapter 169: One Move

Half an hour ago;

"Are you sure this will work?"

Kirito worriedly asked.

"It has to. I don’t have time to waste on those goons. I have to deal with the Dimensional God’s clone."

Tyler replied calmly as he opened his palm.

The light converged over his palm, forming a long saber with a hollow inside. The inside of the saber had a thin layer of silverish mana.

"Alright! I have covered the interior of this light sword with my Void Mana."

"Start channeling your mana into it!"

Tyler said, pointing the other end of the saber towards Kirito.

"You have to be extremely careful. Transfer your Decay Mana through your finger, make it as thin as possible."

"I need your mana to fit inside without damaging the exterior of the sword."

Hearing that, Kirito nodded and took a deep breath. He raised his hand, pointing his index finger towards the sword’s end.

A small amount of grey mana emanated from his index finger. He didn’t move it immediately.

He tried to control it, taming it like a whip until it slowly left his finger in a straight line.

The Decay Mana slowly filled his sword.

"Stop!"

As soon as Tyler sensed a certain portion of his Mana inside the sword, he called out.

Kirito was startled, but he quickly cut off his Decay Mana.

After the sword was formed, Tyler raised his hand, using his spiritual sense as he activated his Hiding in the Void ability.

The sword flew into him and entered the Void Dimension, an existence outside space and time of this universe.

"Alright! We have a lot more swords to create."

Tyler looked at Kirito and smirked. In an instant, dozens of light swords appeared around him, all of them having their end pointed towards Kirito.

Seeing this, Kirito couldn’t help but feel helpless.

This was too much. Although his technique was powerful and his mana reserve was strong, he couldn’t help but fear how much mana he had to use.

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"Are you going alone?"

The general looked at Tyler with surprise.

"There are at least a thousand of them. Even if you are strong, you need a lot of support; otherwise, it will take too long."

Tyler rolled his eyes and said.

"General, didn’t I say I was going to light-speed attack?"

The general shook his head.

"Even if you move at the speed of light, you might not be able to kill them all fast."

"And even if you do, you will be too tired. By the way, what happened to him?"

The general said while pointing at Kirito, who had collapsed on the ground, recovering his Mana.

"Don’t worry about him! I said I would finish it. I keep my word."

As he said that, his body turned into light.

If he had to worry about controlling his direction before, with his spiritual sense, that problem was solved.

That’s also why he had so much confidence in killing those people.

Unlike normal cultivators, Tyler had a powerful soul. With his Immemorial Paragon Tower, he could temporarily boost his soul.

So, with just his own soul power, he could cover the entire Purple Cloud Country with his spiritual sense.

But with the help of the Immemorial Paragon Tower, his spiritual sense could reach three countries.

With this level of spiritual sense, he quickly controlled his direction and came above the middle of the three countries.

His expression darkened.

Countless people’s cries were heard by him. With his spiritual sense, he could feel their pain and suffering.

This was agony for him.

He controlled himself and closed his eyes.

’Let me end this war!’

He widened both of his arms, and the door of the Void Dimension opened.

In an instant, hundreds of swords, controlled by his spiritual sense, came out of his sword.

"One chance!"

Tyler raised both of his hands; the swords flew up, forming a uniform stance with each other.

"One moment!"

Whoosh!

In an instant, his spiritual sense locked in on every single master who was participating in the war.

They could be someone’s husband, wife, child, brother, sister, uncle, aunt, niece, or nephew, or grandson, granddaughter.

He didn’t care. When they decided to take the lives of innocent people, they were dead people in his eyes.

[Infinite Swords Void]

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

In an instant, those swords flew towards the target, each connected through his spiritual sense.

Each held the heat of the light energy and the sharpness of the sword, but nothing more.

Tyler had sacrificed the power for stability.

He knew using the Decay Mana would be more than enough to kill those people. He just had to make sure all of his swords reached his target.

At this moment, the thousand swords made the sky shine.

After all, they were traveling near the speed of light.

Hundreds of thousands of people raised their hands.

The Master who was launching a fireball towards a man who was protecting his family.

The Master who was attacking a woman, a master who was attacking several families, a master who was killing children.

They all sensed an attack coming towards them. Their spiritual sense gave them a dreading feeling, forcing them to use their Mana defense.

They didn’t even have the chance to use a proper defensive technique.

That’s why Tyler was confident in killing them. If they were Grandmasters, they could block the sharpness of his light swords.

As he said, he had left those swords with nothing but stability, heat, and sharpness.

They didn’t have the power to destroy powerful attacks or defenses.

Crack! Splash! "Ahhhhh!" Crack! Splash! "Ahhhhh!" Crack! Splash! "Ahhhhh!"

Crack! Splash! "Ahhhhh!" Crack! Splash! "Ahhhhh!" Crack! Splash! "Ahhhhh!"

Everyone had the same reaction.

Their mana defenses were destroyed; the sword reached their bodies, making a small cut before releasing all of the Decay Mana into their bodies.

This was why he didn’t need power. Without the power, they could still survive as long as he blocked the blood flow.

After all, the light sword didn’t have any power.

But with the Decay Mana entering their interiors, no matter what they used, as long as their technique wasn’t as good as Spirit Rank, they wouldn’t survive.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

At this moment, those thousand masters fell to the ground. The Decay Mana was enough to destroy their bodies completely.

But its quantity wasn’t enough to destroy them instantly.

That’s why Tyler’s Yin-Yang Mana was able to hold on against Kirito’s Decay Mana for a moment.

The Decay Mana slowly started destroying their inner organs and their bodies.

Those who saw this happen stood in shock.

All they saw was a bright flash of light and the body of their enemy falling to the ground.

At this moment, a little boy holding on to his father’s leg asked.

"Dad, did God save us?"

That was what the boy thought. After all, the Gods were always the beings living high above the mortals.

Since the light came from above, the boy thought it was god who saved them.

Although the father knew it was a powerful cultivator who probably used a light-based technique to kill the enemy, he still nodded.

"Yes, Brian! That must’ve been a god."

From the death door, only gods could save them. Even if he knew it was just a cultivator, he still insisted on putting the belief in a god to his son.

Because in his eyes, this cultivator who saved his family and his city was no different than a god.

At this moment, there was a deep silence in the three countries.

Some of the Grandmasters who were flying around those countries also sensed a great danger.

They also reacted in a similar way, but the attack didn’t reach them.

Or rather, they weren’t the target in the first place.

But when they spread out their spiritual sense, their faces turned grim.

Killing a Master wasn’t a problem for a Grandmaster. Even if they faced ten or twenty of them, they would still come out on top.

Even if there were hundreds of them, with powerful techniques and a lot of artifacts, they could still win.

But thousands!

And, on top of that, killing them all at once.

No Grandmaster could achieve this feat!

At this moment, the three Prime Ministers had one thought in their mind.

’Lord!’

It was a title belonging to those who reach the Law Creation Realm. It represented the power of law and the authority in this continent.

In an instant, they made the same decision simultaneously. They contacted their Grandmasters, sending a similar message.

Tiga: Come to the Capital!

White Mustang Country PM: Go to the Purple Cloud’s Capital!

Golden Horn Country PM: Go to the Purple Cloud’s Capital immediately!

Although the grandmasters felt something strange, they instinctively trusted their leaders.

After all, if they hadn’t, they wouldn’t be working with this kind of scums.

Twelve Grandmasters rushed towards one Capital, and the one who caused all of this watched them with a cold look on his face.

’People like them don’t deserve death! It’s not a punishment but an escape! For those millions of souls, they must be tortured for eternity.’