Your Majesty, please die

His falling body came to an abrupt stop.

As he resisted the space-splitting blade that was falling from the sky, garen raised his head and flashed a sinister smile at the wind mages whose expressions had changed slightly.

do you really think that you can kill me?!

The muscles on the arms of the silver Dragon that stood up like a human tightened. The claws of the spacetime rupture and the space-splitting blade made a sizzling sound when they came into contact. The surroundings were filled with deep spatial cracks and crackling Black Lightning.

At the same time.

Garen's eyes focused.

Time division!

The power of time flowed like water, flowing up along the edge of the space rending blade.

Kacha Kacha ... Traces of mirror-like cracks appeared on the physical wind blades.

He raised his right claw and slammed the wind blade.

Bang!