After several storms, the dazzling light brought by the lightning finally dimmed, leaving tiny currents that kept splitting apart and darting weakly about.
Sifa calmly looked toward the heart of the storm. He saw Ince Zangwill still standing there, not yet fallen.
This did not surprise Sifa at all. After all, the man was a demigod who had manifested an incomplete mythical creature form.
During their battle, Sifa had already learned with his own fists just how difficult mythical creatures were to kill, even incomplete ones.
As a Hunter who forsook mysticism to specialize in destruction, Sifa had already used Fatal Attack against Ince Zangwill, turning every spot his fists struck into a weak point. Even so, he had only broken Ince Zangwill's limbs and bones, unable to kill him in a single blow.
That alone showed how difficult mythical creatures were to kill.
Still, Ince Zangwill was far from unscathed. His head, with its pitch-black eyes, blood-red clusters of light, and mysterious symbols, had split open with crack after crack. The flesh within was charred black, and droplets of grayish-white fluid seeped out.
The four "legs" at his ribs and waist were completely blackened and curled up, looking as though the slightest touch would make them fall off.
The white feathers on those "legs" had vanished. Even the blood vessels entwined around their surfaces had carbonized and crumbled, scattering across the ground.
Even so, Ince Zangwill remained standing, still alive. Such was the terrifying vitality of a creature that had acquired divinity!
Now, the blood-red clusters of light in Ince Zangwill's eyes were terrifyingly dense. A savage, frenzied aura brewed within them like a storm. His heart brimmed with regret, and he wanted to vent, to destroy, to slaughter!
"Damn it! Damn it!"
Ince Zangwill roared. His gaze first