Aleister's Style!

Yet at that moment, something different from before happened.

Normally, when the Night Demon manifested, the sky should have been replaced by a Blood Moon and blood rain.

But now, the dark clouds and storm overhead showed no sign of dispersing. Instead, they suddenly split open again and again, as if torn apart and wounded by some unseen force.

The scattered crimson specks of light now looked like red stars beneath the night sky.

The drizzling blood rain had become bundles of straight, deep-red lines, falling sporadically! Beneath each gap, a blood pillar three or four meters in diameter formed—only the red opening leading straight through the dark clouds poured out blood as thick as a pillar.

It was as if someone had pierced hole after hole through the dark clouds, injuring their flesh and drawing blood. Or perhaps the clouds were the collapsed sky, held up by one slender crimson pillar after another.

Aleister narrowed her eyes slightly.

This was the first time the Night Demon had failed to seize control of the "field magic."

No wonder he was a genuine Greater Phantom Demon...

Hellerchein was level sixty-nine, forcibly suppressed to level fifty by the version. Aside from lacking the authority brought by the Angel Shard and having no divine artifact, his basic attributes were exactly the same as those of an Angel dragged down by the Ouroboros Ring!

"...That really isn't fair," Aleister sighed softly. "The Night Demon has only just touched the threshold of the Sixth Level, yet the Hourglass has to balance him. And you... You should be around the strength of the Seventh Level, but were forcibly suppressed to the Sixth Level, right? Yet you can keep fighting without worrying about balance..."

"Because I am the Wild Hunt King and Weizhe's Spear. The Wild Hunt