The Winged Serpent's eyes shifted. Disregarding its earlier beating at the hands of the rampaging red giant before it, it lunged forward the moment its opponent reached toward his own chest.
It had not seen Roland gather all the Contract Spirits into his embrace, but considering that its opponent was in a state worse than a wild beast, attacking at random, this was also an opportunity to counterattack.
Having lost his reason, Roland, who was already weaker than the Winged Serpent, now seemed utterly defenseless in its eyes.
Those haphazard attacks hurt, but they posed no fundamental threat.
Clang-!
The power of Total Annihilation of All Forms gathered like flames.
Whether Roland was bluffing or not, it only needed to hold steady against whatever came.
Watching Roland's possibilities rapidly vanish, a trace of savagery and cruelty flashed through the Winged Serpent's eyes.
Even if the power of Total Annihilation of All Forms was temporarily suppressed, combined with its own essence, nothing could withstand the consequences of becoming its enemy.
Not even the Key of All Spirits.
This was the Winged Serpent's confidence, and it was also a fact.
Although that thing could provide infinite possibilities, mutually generating and counteracting Total Annihilation of All Forms, it could not directly grant its host the Serpent's essence.
The best proof was that even after exploiting the power of the Contract Spirit Wings, Roland had only sealed it for ten seconds.
Rather than wounds inflicted by the Golden Sword, the two gashes on the Winged Serpent's back were more accurately the backlash from having its connection to the Contract Spirit Wings stripped away.
Since Roland had not hurried to flee while it was sealed, it was time to make him pay for that foolish behavior.
With that thought, the Winged Serpent suddenly surged forward,