At this moment, all that remained on the battlefield in Devil's Canyon were clouds of dust and the pungent stench of sulfur.
Sakazuki knelt on one knee, using a blade of solidified magma in his right hand to barely support himself.
Ah, I had to admit, the Five Elders really were strong. I had no idea how that monster Mu Chen managed to take on all five at once and still defeat two of them.
He felt that this was the hardest battle he had ever fought.
His Admiral's uniform had long been burned into tatters by magma and black energy, and blood still seeped from a bone-deep wound on the left side of his chest.
Yet his gaze remained sharp, fixed firmly in the Five Elders' direction, a cold sneer still hanging from the corner of his mouth.
Dragon stood beside Sakazuki, and he was not much better off. His black trench coat had been ripped to shreds, revealing crisscrossing wounds across his body.
Sakazuki, don't compare yourself to Mu Chen. That guy is practically a freak. It's already impressive that we've managed to fight them to this point.
As he spoke, he did not forget to watch Green Gusen and the others across from them.
Green Gusen and the other two were also severely injured. Each of them bore either wounds carved by blades or burns left by magma. Saint Topman Warcury and Saint Shepherd Ju Peter in particular had practically become roasted boar and roasted earthworms. Damn it!
I never expected Sakazuki and Dragon to be this strong. Green Gusen's face was filled with disbelief. He had thought the two before him would be easy to deal with, but after fighting for so long, they had ended up almost evenly matched. This was simply humiliating. It seemed