A terrifying hammer phantom appeared and crashed down.
Boom!!
Gray mist churned as the entire cube trembled violently.
The field of vision blurred from the intense energy fluctuations, yet Anthony and the other two could still vaguely make out the appearing "entries."
At the end of Saint Gilan's red-lined health bar, the number dropped again, changing from "994" to "989"!
He had been severely wounded once more. Under Anthony's overwhelming hammer blow, he had died five times!
The three Apostles exchanged glances, each seeing a trace of delight amid the gravity on the others' faces.
Together, they had made the Red Sage die nine times in a row! Though that was barely one percent of his total health, it was still good news!
Because it meant Gilan Iros was not invincible, and his abilities were not without a solution!
Anthony and the others seemed to see hope, and the fighting spirit in their chests blazed fiercely.
But just as they prepared to press the attack, a calm voice of praise came from the gray mist.
"Impressive."
As the gray mist gradually dispersed, Anthony, Belle, and Ander saw the young man in black slowly rise from the ground.
Unhurriedly, he smoothed the wrinkles in his black formal attire, then casually ran a hand through the disheveled hair over his forehead before turning his gaze toward them.
The Red Sage was now spotless and showed no external injuries, as though his wounds and deaths just now had been nothing more than their illusion.
"You three work together quite well."
Gilan smiled and shook his head.
"You actually killed me nine times in a row. Tsk..."
As he spoke, his gaze fell upon Belle, the red-dressed, hair-bunned woman known as Nightingale.
This woman had contributed greatly to the fact that they had managed