Dole had already flown into the sky. Looking down from above, lightning gathered in his hand in an instant, taking the shape of a scythe. His figure flashed, and he shot straight toward the sea.
That enormous, law-level brute was undoubtedly some powerful law-level sea creature—a fish, not a human. Ordinary people would not cast witchcraft like that.
The brute was very satisfied with his handiwork. Standing on the sea's surface, he carefully watched the direction in which the two had fled. With his senses, it was easy for him to detect the aura of humans.
The sea was all water. Other than water itself, he could sense any foreign aura. This was his innate talent. That was why he had sensed the two of them the moment they arrived and immediately launched a sneak attack.
It was just that the two were too fast and dodged it in an instant.
But during the second wave of attacks, one of them had been struck by his blast, while the other had escaped into the sky.
He looked up. That man held an astonishing bolt of lightning, which had taken the form of a sword's radiance, and stabbed fiercely down at him. Before the man even arrived, the violent aura on that lightning sword made the brute's scalp tingle.
This was an expert too, likewise at the demigod level.
He roared, bringing his hands together. An enormous azure sphere expanded from small to large in his hands, dozens of times bigger than the little blue ball he had spat out earlier. He slammed it forward at his opponent.
Both moved at extreme speed. Dole slashed down with his sword as the other released the sphere. Though it seemed slow, it all happened in the blink of an eye. Knowing full well