Rayleigh's black eyes flashed with a sharp glint of lightning, a sign of his intense concentration and focus.
Observation Haki spread out fully, filling every corner of the battlefield.
The entire world seemed to slow down within his perception. Everything concealed by the surrounding yellow sand appeared clearly in his mind as a three-dimensional image.
At that moment, his mind was completely free of distractions.
His figure shot forward like lightning. Carrying the Black Blade, he launched an attack at Ares.
"One Sword Style—Hell Messenger's Return!"
At that moment.
A layer of black-and-purple aura enveloped Rayleigh. As the aura gathered together, a ferocious and savage Hell Ogre emerged behind him.
It had no distinct facial features. The dark, black-and-purple shadow bore curved, upswept demon horns.
It looked like an ogre crawling out through the open gates of hell. The entire image had been formed by Rayleigh condensing his Haki and imposing presence.
The twisted shadow followed the long sword in his hand and charged straight at Ares.
This was the opportunity Rayleigh had been waiting for. Faced with such an opportunity, he chose to unleash his extraordinary sword technique, one that transcended the mundane world.
A bone-chilling killing intent erupted from his body without the slightest concealment.
At that moment.
Affected by Rayleigh's technique and killing intent, even the air seemed to become viscous and cold.
The might of the Dark King was on full display!
Cold!
That was Ares's first feeling. Even his incomparably tough scales could not block the piercing chill. The instant the yellow sand was stirred up, he understood Rayleigh's plan.
Yet he had never imagined that battle could actually be fought this way.
In Ares's experience, battle had always been nothing more than using his own strength to overwhelm his opponent and using techniques to