The Descending Blood God

"Moonbeam Greatsword!"

Miss Olanord's combat techniques had taught Shade how to attach an intangible Spiritual Weapon to a physical weapon. The sword formed from a branch by the middle-aged witch now gleamed with Silver Moon radiance as Shade thrust it at the bats within the Blood Mist behind him.

The swarm of bats easily dodged Shade's attack, but his counterattack after stopping allowed the Blood Mist to catch up with them.

The bats converged, and the woman who emerged from them summoned her Eleventh Ring Destiny Ring without even speaking. A massive crimson greatsword, larger than the surrounding trees, slashed through the air. Shade hurriedly swung his sword to counter it.

Amid a piercing clash of metal, the sword flew from his grasp. But the crimson greatsword did not attack again. Instead, it turned into a giant hand and reached for Grace and Helen.

"Sorry, but you're not taking the Red Butterfly Twins!"

"Silver Moon Slash!"

Shade kicked through the air, but the crescent-shaped blade of light failed to disperse the bloody hand.

But from the uncorrupted White Fog, a new soul emerged. He picked up Shade's fallen sword, leaped high into the air, and shattered the red giant hand. After drinking a potion, he thrust his palm forward fiercely, and with a thunderous roar that warped the air, blasted apart the lingering Blood Mist.

The old man's features gradually became clear. He wore brown cloth armor and long leather gloves, his face covered in weathered cracks, yet his gaze was exceptionally sharp.

It was the old man from the Gods' Wine Party. He had once been the owner of the Night Watchman, and had ultimately died in the Sikar Mountain Area.

"Sir, take the girls and leave."

Perhaps in his era, men could not become Supernatural Beings. But having