The nightmare creatures had fled, and all signs of life had withdrawn from that region.
The ground trembled violently with every strike.
Holding down the young man who hadn't even lived a quarter of his life, the old man relentlessly slammed him into the earth.
The sheer amount of blood pouring out of Frey's body was enough to stain the old man as well.
Kaizer stood behind, dozens of ice spears primed, ready to react to any sudden movement.
From the way the old man felt his opponent crumble, he assumed it was over—Frey hadn't moved an inch.
For a moment, the old man paused, observing the broken youth in his grasp.
Amid the heat from the battle and the warm blood soaking him, his senses were fully awakened.
Together with Kaizer, they had brought down their target in under five minutes.
Frey Starlight should be dead by now.
But the old man's eyes widened when he realized that the cursed black sword had pierced straight through his chest and emerged from his back.
