The bright yellow line, soaring with a shimmering afterimage, transformed into a dazzling trajectory that shot outward in the next moment.0

Thwack—0

A reddish-brown silhouette came flying through the sandstorm, only to be split clean in two. The severed silhouette scattered like dust and vanished from sight. Without even a moment to register the sensation of slicing through tofu, Ian swung his raised right hand again.0

Slice, Shwaak—0

The Light Sword's trajectory cut the reddish-brown silhouettes flying in pursuit.0

The blade, formed of draconic magic, felt far more dazzling than it appeared to the naked eye. As Ian brushed past the scattering afterimages, the sensation of bodily fluids spattered across him.0

I feel like a blind swordsman.0

Even as the thought crossed his mind, Ian pressed forward, undeterred, as if climbing against a raging current.0

He readjusted his grip on the sword hilt, steadying his stance. The swarming reddish-brown silhouettes were now beginning to charge in earnest.0

Crash, crash, crash!0

It was only then that the Platinum Claws began tearing dazzling streaks through the reddish-brown wave. The wave of larvae, swarming like a school of piranhas, could not halt Ian's advance at all.0

They merely rushed in like moths drawn to a flame, only to be shredded by the chaotically swirling bright yellow trajectories.0

Of course, he couldn't afford to focus...0