C283 Entering the Spiritwood Glade

"Humph! Mere child's play!" A flash of disdain swept through Du Haitian's eyes as he nonchalantly pointed a single hand at the flying sword. The sword instantly swelled to several times its size and split in two—one blade darted towards the rune in the sky, while the other sped towards the multitude of light nails.

With two effortless swipes, the rune, pelted by the flying sword