Clang! Clang-clang!
At that moment, the battle between Falan's group and the Black Robe on the cliff was far from over.
Four rapidly moving figures constantly flickered in and out of sight as they attacked, the exchanges producing an unending series of ear-piercing clashes.
Yet even though it was three against one, neither side could gain the upper hand.
Boom!
The violent shockwaves of the attacks slammed into the ground, kicking up clouds of smoke.
"Hahahaha..."
A hoarse, crazed laugh rang out from within the smoke, filled with killing intent and madness.
Amid the rolling smoke, the black figure waved both claws and charged out once more.
"Useless, useless, useless, useless, useless—no matter how hard the weak struggle, it's useless! Tear them to shreds—!!"
In midair, the Black Robe raised both claws and violently slashed downward, roaring madly at Falan's group below:
"Storm Claw! Scythe Wind—!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
In an instant, a storm of wind blades poured down, crashing madly toward the three people on the ground!
The densely packed wind blades were incredibly solid, each one like a highly condensed air bomb.
The moment they struck the ground, they triggered a chain of violent explosions!
Boom! Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom—
Facing such a berserk assault, Falan could only hold up his shield and do his best to evade the attacks while protecting the badly injured siblings.
Even so, some of the wind blades inevitably struck them.
Cracks appeared across the azure shield, as though it might collapse at any moment.
"Hmph!"
Falan grunted, tasting blood in his mouth as he cursed:
"Damn it, this guy's gone crazy!"
From the very beginning, this guy had been fighting by trading injuries for injuries.
He's practically a rabid dog that only knows how to bite. I have to think of something...