"You have no idea how pathetic you are, Mr. Donnila. Even when death's knell is already ringing on the horizon, are there still ignorant fools who cannot hear the bells of despair?"
Punk unleashed dozens of sharp Destruction Flash Blades at the Star Wolf standing silently in place with a savage gaze. As he watched the superluminal blades, gleaming with cold light, get effortlessly deflected by Donnila's body coated in golden-red radiance, his voice remained utterly indifferent and chilling.
Although the massive Demon Tide beyond the Horaka Defense Line was drawing ever closer with the passage of time, and dark-red lightning in the sky had begun tearing apart the fragile space one bolt after another, Whisper of Destruction was not anxious in the slightest. In fact, he fought at a rather leisurely pace, while Kexviya, whom he had concealed as his trump card, had yet to make an appearance.
Yes, what was there to be anxious about? His mission was to hold back the troublemaking Star Wolf, not necessarily kill him personally. Donnila could only stay obediently in front of him and do nothing anyway. Punk was already quite satisfied with that situation.
Besides, although Donnila's offensive power was indeed nothing remarkable, his defense was truly among the best among Morningstar-tier professionals. The Golden Rivet Garment, practically designed to counter the Tide of Trailing Light, was even more unbearably troublesome. Upon careful consideration, Punk really could not quickly kill such a thorny opponent hidden inside a turtle shell, so he simply slowed the rhythm of battle and wore down the Star Wolf, who had stumbled into a deadly situation without realizing it.
In any case, Punk was not worried about his personal safety. Not only did he possess the Bright Moon-level staff, the Pale Scepter, but he also had a