Dark blue flames still lingered around the wounds where DeathMeramon had been stabbed, and they now surged like living things to cover the injuries.
The flames caused no further burns; instead, they acted like a strange adhesive and restorative agent. The charred flesh and blood at the wounds twitched and healed within the flames. Although the speed was not blinding, the injuries were undeniably recovering at a visible rate!
Furthermore, the Lightning Release Chakra that had been thrust inside seemed to be neutralized and largely absorbed by those bizarre flames.
"Roar!" DeathMeramon let out a low growl that sounded laden with mockery. Its movements were barely affected, and it counterattacked with a backhanded iron fist wrapped in flames!
Damian hurriedly pulled back his blade to parry, his arm going numb once again from the immense force. He used the momentum to retreat, his expression turning extremely grim.
The battle remained overwhelmingly disadvantageous.
The opponent's strength, defense, and recovery abilities all far exceeded expectations, and it possessed long-range area-of-effect attacks.
Damian's own strongest slashing attacks had limited effectiveness, and his speed advantage was hard to fully utilize under the enemy's widespread attacks and chained blockades. He was barely holding on entirely thanks to Anya's warning just moments ago.
If this continued, defeat and death were only a matter of time.
A cold sense of powerlessness welled up in Damian's heart, but when he looked at the pink figure behind the low wall who depended on him, he tightened his grip on his sword even more!
I can't run away. If I take Anya, we'll definitely be caught before we get far. Damn it, what on earth should I do?!
In another block shrouded in mist and the aura of death, the combat style was entirely different yet equally perilous.
Soulmon's