The black flames of the abyss, accompanied by the crimson light of the Original Slabs' Marigold, tore through the sky, hitting Rashar accurately.
The Third Ancestor, Duke Rashar, screamed in agony, and the blood mist around him expanded instantly, morphing into a cocoon-shaped energy sphere that barely enveloped him.
Nevertheless, Rashar's movements became exceedingly difficult, as the majority of the abyss's dark flames hit Rashar's defenses, before being guided by the Slabs' unrivaled destructive power to critically burn Rashar's entire body.
Rashar's face grew increasingly gaunt, with large beads of sweat evaporating before they even had the chance to drip down his forehead.
"Calila, Lankros, you despicable pair...!!"
Rashar emitted nearly translucent, blood-purified shadows all around him, even his eyes transformed into liquid blood, diffusing into a mist as he entered a defensive stance, throwing out an unprecedented torrent of spiritual power.
