The five ice-carved puppets attacked the Butterfly sisters at once, their dense ice crystals radiating an overwhelming sense of pressure.
Yet the Butterfly sisters showed no panic whatsoever. Like dancers, they flickered back and forth amid the ice crystals.
The dense ice crystals mercilessly destroyed everything around them, yet they could not so much as touch Shinobu and Kanae.
The reason the two of them could face the ice crystals so calmly was thanks to Wind Sickle's extra training.
In some ways, Wind Sickle's Blood Demon Art resembled Douma's. Kanae and Shinobu had accumulated experience through sparring with Wind Sickle.
Compared to the ice crystals Douma unleashed, the Butterfly sisters felt that the wind blades released by Wind Sickle were far more dangerous. It was precisely through such grueling training that their actual combat abilities had improved by leaps and bounds.
They had already achieved their goal. All that remained was to hold out for the last fifteen minutes.
Watching the Butterfly sisters evade every one of his attacks, a few anxious beads of sweat formed on Douma's forehead. He was already growing impatient.
"Why are these two women so agile? That makes no sense..." A trace of worry flashed through Douma's rainbow-colored eyes. His heart was no longer calm...
As time passed bit by bit, Douma increasingly felt weak, and the speed at which he fired ice crystals gradually slowed.
That was not all. He also felt unbearably hot inside, something exceedingly abnormal for a demon who wielded an ice-based Blood Demon Art.
Douma was no fool. From the various abnormalities that had already appeared, it was not difficult to reach one conclusion: something had gone wrong with his body.
"When did this happen?! When did my body become like this?" Douma braced a hand against his face as