Pfft—
The Scythe of Funeral sliced through the upper halves of a pack of bizarre demons as they pounced at him.
Amid the Sky Demons' wails, their dwindling life energy all became sustenance for Gelman, not a single bit going to waste.
Sss—
One horrifying wound after another healed at super speed.
His shattered bones reassembled, his torn flesh knitted back together, and everything returned to normal.
A moment later, a towering figure loomed over Gelman.
Gelman looked up.
The Blood Moon, its head twisted into the shape of a long whip, descended abruptly and pointed a finger at him.
Then it spoke.
The unfamiliar words sounded like chaotic mutterings in Gelman's ear, yet he instinctively understood their meaning.
"I will take your power."
Gelman's pupils contracted. He immediately sensed a small portion of his power being stripped away, turning into a cloud of mist that gathered toward the Blood Moon.
He frowned, unwilling to sit back and wait for death. He swung the Scythe of Funeral, enlarging it as he brought it down!
Boom—
A sharp, black slash wave shot straight toward the Blood Moon.
After devouring a small portion of Gelman's power, the Blood Moon leaped lightly into the air and nimbly dodged the slash wave.
The slash wave swept across the vast swarm of Sky Demons behind it, crushing them all into drifting dust.
The Blood Moon didn't even glance at them.
They were expendable. It could have as many as it wanted.
It raised its finger again, preparing to use Word Spirit against Gelman.
Just then, a teeth-grating screech tore through the air from the horizon.
The Deep Sea came flying in!
Its tentacles had strangled Sky Demons all along the way, while the mouths covering its body had bitten off plenty of flesh. Now, dripping