"Just... who are you?"
Philip muttered, trembling in fear.
His greatest trump card, Philo's magic, had failed to stop the attack. He had seen it clearly—the magic shield had been sliced like tofu, as if it had no effect against the crimson sword.
And yet, that same shield had saved him countless times before.
But now, it was as if the mana particles of the shield itself had stopped working in the presence of that sword.
This wasn't normal.
His gaze remained fixed on Raizel, his sheer terror growing.
Raizel wasn't normal either.
Only now did Philip truly realize that.
Raizel, on the other hand, didn't bother answering the question.
Because at that moment, more Shadow Lightning Wolves emerged, surrounding him.
It was as if they were trying to stop him from getting any closer to their master.
Instantly, Raizel entered in a killing mode. Like a primal hunter, he slashed, cut, and bashed through the Shadow Lightning Wolves as if they were nothing.
[ Exp + 190 ]
