Kairils panted heavily.
The prolonged, high-pressure battle had taken a considerable toll on this Genius Knight.
To withstand the Pseudo-Third Tier Priest Enkai head-on, he had nearly exhausted the divine power in his body.
At some point, a smear of dried blood had appeared at the corner of Kairils's mouth. He had clearly suffered significant internal injuries in the battle as well.
But Priest Enkai, who had fought him for so long, was naturally in no better shape.
The eerie blood threads that had covered his entire body were beginning to peel away in large patches.
The energy supplied by that Withered Flesh Lump was almost depleted!
Damn it... damn it!
Priest Enkai raged helplessly in his mind.
He could feel the power inside him fading rapidly.
Once all those blood threads peeled away, he would enter a long, deadly period of weakness.
Then it truly would be the end for all of them!
"It seems... we're destined to be the final victors of this battle."
Knight Viel, who had remained at the rear of the group, stared past the chaotic battlefield, his gaze fixed on the two fiercely fighting figures.
"That Cultist priest is about to reach his limit..."
A relaxed sneer crept onto Viel's lips, and his hand loosened completely around his sword hilt.
To him, the final stages of this battle were practically a chance to earn merit tailor-made by heaven!
Kairils had forced himself into a duel with a Pseudo-Third Tier enemy. Even if he won, his pitiful remaining divine power would surely be depleted.
Then Viel would only need to lead his men forward and deliver the final strike, claiming the credit for killing the priest as a matter of course!
Even if Kairils wanted to trouble them over what had happened earlier, he would