The icy sword light arrived without sound or form.
There was no whistling of air, no tearing of space, only an absence where something should have existed. This invisible crescent passed through the Nether Devilarch's severed head, erasing the lingering nether Will as frost crystallized along the soul threads before shattering them into nothingness, giving him barely some form of self-awareness before he faded.
Regardless, the Nether Devilarch did not even have time to scream.
His falling body collapsed inward, layers of nether energy folding and freezing simultaneously before disintegrating into drifting black frost. A Level Nine Exalt existence was extinguished, his body now a great treasure for the likes of future generations to take advantage of.
The Frostcloud Sword Empress did not pause.
Her sword continued its arc.
