"Violet, come here, get to a safe position, stay away from him, I'll cut him down and slice him up."
Hesintos whispered to Violet, his voice as steady as the sea.
"Hmm, you are indeed the most reliable, my friend."
Violet nodded knowingly.
With Hesintos' help, Rashar, the Third Ancestor, who still has some strength to resist, can be sealed in no time.
She carefully stepped back a few steps, retreating to the rear.
Violet was sure that with her suppressing Rashar, Hesintos would soon be able to settle the ultimate calamity of the Blood Clan in the Cerryti Empire.
They hadn't fought side by side like this for a long time.
"Violet, you are my best friend..."
Hesintos walked toward Rashar on the other side of the temple, reaching for the sword at his waist.
Just as Violet thought everything was about to end, a familiar sense of security came from behind.
She exhaled deeply, about to express her gratitude to Hesintos when suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her chest.
