It was also enchanted with dark magic, so even a single slash could reduce the monster to dust.
Not far away, Noel fought as well.
Qi Yu always thought Noel's fighting style was graceful—almost beautiful.
From his fingertips, he conjured fine threads of magical energy, weaving them into deadly strands that slashed through enemies like silk slicing flesh.
The threads moved freely, with adjustable tension and strength.
Against the backdrop of the dark night, their faint purple glow gave even the carnage an oddly dreamlike quality.
Soon, most of the monsters had been cleared out.
The mid-level ones lured in by the bait were now turned into ash.
Three of the four large-size monsters had also been taken down—only one remained.
"You haven't lost your touch at all, Yu. Seriously, come and help me out more often," Noel said.
"If they start multiplying again, I'll come."
"It'd be a lot easier if you just helped all the time."
