Damian split another Legendary-rank monster in two—this time the cut landed from below its crotch midway through its chest. A rain of black blood spilled out as the monster lost its balance and fell down, screeching and convulsing wildly.
The condensed steel sword in Damian's hand turned to ashes as the attack ended. He could only do two attacks of this proportion before the weapon was destroyed—but he had enough made and stored in his storage. After all, he himself was now a source of iron. It wasn't that hard to transform the iron into steel; he took some help from the giant runic steel-making tools, of course, to do it.
The iron converted from the dirt and sent in exchange for mana was not enough at all—if he was just a normal transcendent relying on his own body's mana pool. But with the help of liquid mana generators, the only limit was dirt, sand, and his own focus and physical endurance when using a skill constantly.
