Davis heaved a sigh of relief since he saw Fairy Qiyra Darkstar help him steal the sword.
He was afraid that she wouldn't, but he supposed he gave her real confidence as he displayed his might while battling the Celestial Transcendent. His lips couldn't help but curl with some pride.
He clenched his scythe, imbuing it with death energy with the property of ghostly yang again and again. The blade was pitch-black but carried an unearthly yellow at the edges. The continuous stream of energy restored the nicks and gouges of the scythe manifestation.
He needed it to be stronger and stronger and form into an intent since it wasn't easy attacking or defending against the Celestial Transcendent's sword attacks. Each of his sword swings was devastating enough to cleave any expert's limbs at the layer limit. When the latter used his techniques, the realization of death came forcing into his soul.
