Once Ibro finished telling his plan to her, he asked the system again:
'Did you find a way to increase the range of my demon seeds purification process?'
The system replied at once:
'I can make you cover an area of 50 kiloters. That would be the highest range I can cover.'
Ibro thought a little about this area. He would be able to raise his speed by five folds. He was very satisfied with this result. Now, he was ready to move.
He put Maya on the ground as she moved side by side with him. when they exited the palace, Ibro found the whole city was bustling with movent. Without asking, Maya said:
"There are so demons here."
Ibro wasn't surprised now, his enemy was impatient to such a degree.
'Use your God Eye divine ability and absorb all the demon's energy in the range of 50 kiloters.'
The system hesitated as he explained:
'There are over 100 million demon seeds here.'
Ibro knew they were the armies that followed Topan, Lorik, and Floride to here. Ibro then decided:
'Bring them in patches; each patch is 10 million each. Use your divine abilities as we did in the pocket world. Leave the rest to .'
Ibro took out his sword as he was ready to fight another battle. Maya looked at his sudden change with surprise. This man transford from extre to extre without any warning.
"Take cover sweet queen. This battle will be very tough."
May didn't heed by his advice as she stood just beside him. She wasn't a weak person, to begin with. She had fought countless battles against these demons.
Although she lost them all, she was very strong though. Ibro noticed her stance but he didn't comnt. He waited till the system activated energy essence, weakness essence, and the seal divine abilities.
Once all of them activated, the whole world shook. Ibro didn't wait for his enemies to appear, as he started using his spells at once:
'Nefrisca Santo Janigmay.'
'Nefrisca Santo Janigmay.'
'Nefrisca Santo Janigmay.'
He kept repeating the spell as his soul sea started to pour his pure energy into his mind. White energy then began to radiate from his body. He kept repeating the spell till his energy shell surrounded him and her.
Maya stood in the middle of all this fascinated by this. This was her first ti seeing Ibro fight with his full strength. Although his previous battles were intense, he didn't use such a magical technique before.
Before she could marvel the spell Ibro used, which she mistook as a technique, Ibro started to use his other spells at once.
'Sa Romy Dai.'
A huge intimidating white sword appeared a few ters away from Ibro, who followed by his last spell:
'Alfa Ta Shtoy.'
A huge illusionary hand appeared to grip the sword tightly. Ibro didn't stop there, as he added:
'Sa Romy Dai.'
'Alfa Ta Shtoy.'
Another huge sword appeared which beca held strongly in his other hand. Ibro didn't stop here, either, as he said to the system:
'Show the Sword Whirlpool Strike stance, move, and strike now.'
The system took a mont to understand the craziness of Ibro as he asked:
'Are you sure you want to be this reckless? You can take your ti killing all of them.'
'No, you are wrong. Although this is the most vulnerable mont of us, it's also the most vulnerable mont of our enemy. Their troops are still scattered without organization at all.
It would be easier to kill them all now than later. Now, if I killed all of these demon seeds, then you should provide with another patch imdiately. Don't stop until I kill all.'
''
The system sighed for the third ti ever. It then showed the details of the sword whirlpool strike to Ibro's mind. Ibro took a second before he adjusted his body position to match those drawn on the diagrams of this strike.
Ibro had previous experience, so his eyes had picked up the key positions and moves in this strike. He raised his right hand so the huge right sword followed his movent.
The right sword was in an oblique high position while the left sword was in an oblique lower position. His stance caught at once the attention of Maya, who was captivated with all of this.
She was a sword cultivator herself, so she had an irresistible addiction and love to swords.
"Raise up into the air now."
Ibro said these words with a serious tone. Maya didn't delay as she used a flying technique on both of them. Both flew in the air to stop, finally nearly a few kiloters high.
They were seen by all people in the city. Two humans were facing huge endless demons. Ibro then started his epic war by this small battle. He moved both swords in the sa track he saw in the diagrams.
He failed one ti after the other. That didn't affect him though, as he used to fail in learning his simpler dragon descent sword strike hundreds of tis before succeeding.
Each ti, his two swords unleashed huge waves of energy that killed many demons, but that wasn't enough.
The stream of demons didn't show any signs of decreasing; instead, it was increasing at an alarming rate. Maya felt fear, as old mories surfaced on her mind.
'I told you, take it one million at a ti. 10 million is a big number even for you.'
''
Ibro didn't reply to the system as he was truly imrsed in his training. If he had a choice here, he wouldn't use this battle to learn this sword strike, but he didn't have ti.
He wanted to hit the enemy at his weakest form and mont. The right ti, the right people, and the right place the three elents were united here at this mont.
If he failed to use this opportunity, he believed he would lose the battle here in this world. That would affect his whole war badly; even it would lead to his demise.
He kept repeating his strike one ti after another without stopping. Maya noticed the situation was going out of control. She took out her sword, but she didn't rush imdiately to help him.
As the old saying went, the sword cultivator lived his life hanged by a thread between life and death. She didn't want to interfere now, as this was the perfect chance for him to master this new technique of his.
Stress and danger were the main motives for any sword cultivators to break their shackles. She stood silently watching the ongoing battle which was going towards Ibro's loss without any move.
Ibro was imrsed in his training. He needed to master this strike, he must master it. The sense of grave danger imrsed him, but it didn't push him over the despair cliff.
This thrilling feeling had awakened the desire to survive from the depth of his soul. At this mont, his movents linked correctly in a mont of inspiration. His stance was followed successfully by his movent.
His whole body had radiated a huge amount of energy. Ibro wasn't neglecting the condition of his body, as he adjusted the amount of energy and controlled its flow.
Once he did that, he didn't unleash it towards his hands; instead, he poured them into his mind. He planned to send his strike energy with the soul energy to reach his spell, but
'What the hell is that?!'
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