Chapter 676 Glass Knife (1/2)

Chapter 676 Glass Knife

Surrounded by devastation, Sunny, Kai, and Effie stared at each other with confused expressions on their faces Their weapons were still raised, ready to strike at the enemies… however, there were no enemies around

Just dead silence

Sunny tensely studied the devastated hall, then slowly pulled out the eirl with a silent question written on his face

"Effie… tellSaint somewhere in the temple?"

She frowned, then shook her head

Sunny was genuinely perplexed

"Uh… maybe there is an indescribable horror that had been contained by the chalice? And we have set it free? Or an ancient curse? "

The little girl wiped the sweat off her bruised face, then said in her soft, childish voice:

"Not that I know of Uh… no, there are no horrors Or curses"

Sunny blinked a couple of times

"So, what… we really won? Just like that?"

Effie stared at hie:

"What the hell do you mean by just like that?! We just wiped out half a hundred vicious Awakened battle zealots, and you yourself killed three Ascended cha the chalice… which was supposed to be indestructible, by the as that not hard enough for you, you crazy deht about it

"Well, when you put it like that… I guess it was a bit hard…"

The three of the remarkable just now But it still felt weird… he didn't even lose a single limb, body part, or heart!

Well… he did lose half of a horn That had to count for so, probably?

? Sunny scowled That victory had not been easy — in fact, it had been the opposite of that However, it had not been as costly as he would have expected it to be

Three Ascended were no joke, let alone as fearsome as the War Maidens had been Granted, they had faced hiled by the Strike of Thunder and the consequent explosion of the chalice And he had only been able to da the divine flaht into how true sorcery worked

So, in a sense, this victory was the result of thosein the Red Colosseuifted him his third Shadow

…And hed, then asked dubiously:

"So, what? We can just… go?"

Effie looked around, her gaze lingering on the corpse of the white-haired Maiden for a few seconds Her little face turned soed