"Although I don't know what you did to Saint Nasjuro."
"There's one thing I can be sure of now: you can't kill me!"
Saint Marcus Mars's laughter was somewhat shrill. As he spoke, his body had already returned to normal and was rapidly changing.
A massive Garuda Bird appeared on the battlefield, its terrifying presence bearing down on Tsugikuni Yoriichi. Saint Marcus Mars gently picked up the prone Saint Nasjuro with his beak. After placing his companion on his back, he spread his wings and took flight.
However, just as Saint Marcus Mars rose into the air, Tsugikuni Yoriichi, who was holding up his blade against Kong's attacks at the bottom of the "meteor crater," suddenly cast a cold glance at Saint Marcus Mars in midair despite facing an opponent as powerful as Kong.
Their eyes met from afar, and an inexplicable chill suddenly surged through Saint Marcus Mars's body. Alarm bells blaring in his heart, he beat his wings with all his strength, trying to climb higher and widen the distance between himself and Tsugikuni Yoriichi.
Saint Marcus Mars swiftly ascended, soon becoming nothing more than a black speck in Tsugikuni Yoriichi's vision.
He seemed eager to withdraw from the battlefield so he could take some time to carefully examine Saint Nasjuro's condition.
However, Tsugikuni Yoriichi saw through his intentions.
Trying to leave the battlefield?
How could Tsugikuni Yoriichi possibly give his opponent time to think at a moment like this?
Pure Gold was actually easy to detect. A ring embedded with Pure Gold was not some colorless, odorless poison that would vanish without a trace after Tsugikuni Yoriichi drove it into someone's body.
If Saint Nasjuro's wounds had been able to heal, and if the intense pain had not constantly tormented his nerves, he would have been able