Lefwald's pupils abruptly constricted. Mustering up his last bit of strength, he summoned a tortoiseshell-shaped defensive magical item. The runes on the tortoiseshell flickered, radiating a profound defensive aura.
However, under Jared's sword, the so-called invincible tortoiseshell was like paper mache, instantly torn apart.
The momentum of the Dragonslayer Sword did not diminish, directly beheading Lefwald.
In the distance, Orestes, who had been dealt a heavy blow, saw that Lefwald's head had been chopped off. His face turned extremely grim. Struggling, he picked himself up, intending to flee.
No sooner had he taken a few steps than a flash of sword light was directed toward him.
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