intense, otherwise the transmission of magical power would be greatly reduced.
In other words, during battle, Dark could provide Gatomon with extremely limited magical support.
Otherwise, he would have been more than willing to bear the magic consumption of that battle axe himself.
As Gatomon rushed toward the two-headed Demonkin, he quickly made an estimate.
That battle axe absorbed roughly 10 points of magical power per second.
Gatomon had 1,500 + 500 points of magical power, which meant that under normal circumstances, it could only maintain this state for around three minutes and twenty seconds.
Three minutes and twenty seconds—only twenty seconds longer than a certain glowing alien's three-minute limit.
If it took a couple of hits during the fight, the duration would be even shorter.
But none of that was reason enough for Gatomon to stop!
Gatomon's speed continued to increase.
The Holy Ring on its tail emitted white light, trailing a snowy streak as it ran, creating a strangely beautiful contrast to the Bloodthirsty Battle Axe.
The two-headed Demonkin had only just risen halfway when Gatomon's agile form entered its field of vision.
"Ha!"
With a loud shout, Gatomon almost replicated the two-headed Demonkin's earlier move. It leaped high into the air and, using the force of its descent, suddenly brought the battle axe down!
"Roar!"
The two-headed Demonkin's lion head let out a thunderous roar. Warned by it, the bull head forcibly twisted their body and raised its thick right arm to block, its steel-like fingers gripping the blade of the battle axe.
But Gatomon's downward strike was immensely powerful. It forced that right arm down and carved a vicious bloody gash into its palm!
The two-headed Demonkin was forced to release its grip.
Taking the opportunity, Gatomon drew back the battle axe, planted one foot as