Chapter 1911

The sword energy produced a deafening whistling sound as it sliced the air into tiny fragments. The attack was fast approaching Shyam, and he could already sense the crisis he was about to face when his skin tingled from the sword energy that enveloped him. He tried to escape but found himself rooted to the ground. Though he was already a level five supreme saint, he felt a surge of panic in facing what was possibly his most difficult adversary to date. As Severin's attack approached, Shyam acted swiftly and waved his hand to produce a small bronze shield from his spatial ring. Upon producing the shield, Shyam infused it with an immense amount of spiritual power. The shield then expanded rapidly, reaching the size of a millstone. Though the aura surrounding the shield suggested that it was merely a low-grade spiritual weapon, Shyam had tempered it for many years and raised its defense capabilities to formidable levels. The shield was practically a part an extension of him. As the sw