C938 Combustion

"Break!" holy maiden's voice was light and agile, as if she were an oriole. But now, her voice was extremely cold, like the wailing of a wintery crow.

After he finished this sentence, the crystal sword in his hand seemed to have suffered from some kind of destructive force. It broke into two pieces, and when the broken sword fell down, it directly shattered into pieces, as if it was no more