At the same time, wave after wave of mental attacks and oppressive force crashed directly into his mindscape. Brando's vision went black, but he keenly sensed that Twilight's Will had weakened considerably compared to before.
"Mr. Brando!" Tata shouted.
Brando understood at once. He swung his sword forward, gritted his teeth, and cleaved through the Twilight Dragon's assault. Then, risking severe injury, he plunged headfirst into the spatial rift.
Several sharp, tearing sounds rang out as blades pierced flesh. His shoulder, upper arm, and chest immediately burst open. Brando crossed his arms to shield his face, and several deep wounds, with bone visible, appeared on his forearms.
Excruciating pain shot through him, but he dared not be distracted. He charged straight through the spatial rift and flashed into close range with his opponent.
Twilight's Will immediately looked flustered. She wasn't skilled in close combat—or more precisely, she wasn't skilled at fighting people at close range with this body. To say nothing of the fact that her strength had been greatly weakened by the World Crystal Wall, making it impossible for her to completely suppress the several Supreme Saints present.
Roman immediately reached out to grab Brando. A vortex of black energy flashed between her fingers, as though it intended to tear the mortal in half.
But Brando moved faster.
How could a grandmaster warrior fear close combat with a witch?
He flung Odephys backward. The Golden Flame Sword immediately spun and fell toward the Tiamat Law, turning into a flickering point of light in the blink of an eye. But Brando had no time to concern himself with that. He immediately used his freed hand to seize Roman's wrist and twist it outward. The black claw marks swept past him, crossing through the void to his right.
"Damn you, let