Ang showed no hesitation. Gripping the Despair Greatsword, he charged forward.
His massive twenty-meter-tall body was like a shadow, instantly blanketing the battlefield.
He was unbelievably fast. Before his blade even fell, the surrounding air had already been torn apart, letting out a shrill, piercing howl.
The instant he flew away, a whirlpool quietly surfaced in the depths of the rolling magma, as though something within had awakened.
But the whirlpool vanished in an instant, as though it had never existed.
No one noticed that upon the scorching wasteland, a mysterious figure clad in an invisibility robe slowly bent down and picked up a clump of soil stained with Ang's blood from the edge of the magma.
The movement was clean and swift, yet carried an unsettling eeriness.
No one noticed any of it.
On the battlefield, Ang's blade finally came down.
Boom!
The Despair Greatsword cleaved into the towering sea current, instantly shattering the raging waters.
Seawater exploded into countless sprays, scattered by the powerful sword aura and forming a strange waterless zone.
Amid the churning gray mist, two Tier 4 Foul Spirits roared at once, their hideous twin faces narrow and twisted.
Their four arms rose together, conjuring ink-black Darkness Shields on one side and sharp Darkness Spears on the other.
Clang—!
Sword and shield collided, erupting in sparks of magical light.
The Despair Greatsword in Ang's hand forced the Foul Spirit's arms to bend. The immense force twisted even the air.
But the Tier 4 Foul Spirits adapted with astonishing speed.
Within a few breaths, they steadied themselves. Their four arms moved in unison as Darkness Spears thrust up from below, their sharp tips gleaming with devouring light as they shot toward Ang's heart.
Ang snorted coldly. The Chaos Shield instantly expanded, blocking the incoming spearpoints.
Amid