Just then, two powerful auras came from the distance.
One was blood-red, violent and domineering, with the momentum to destroy everything. The other was an interweaving of white and gold, sharp as a sword.
Tulilei and Olivier had reached the battlefield!
Loa was no fool who fought alone. Who didn't have a few friends?
Tulilei's saber energy arrived before he did! A blood-red saber shadow flew from the horizon, spanning hundreds of yards as it slashed toward Leiming. Leiming raised his staff to block, but it snapped in two. The saber shadow struck his chest, opening a wound from his shoulder to his waist. His white armor split, and blood sprayed out. Leiming screamed and flew backward into a large tree, snapping it.
Tulilei appeared in the center of the battlefield, holding a broad, thick black saber. Blood-red patterns flowed along its blade like blood through veins.
"Hahahaha!" His laughter echoed across the battlefield. "Loa, I'm not too late, am I?"
Olivier appeared right behind him, wearing white robes, the Ice Dream Sword hanging at his waist. Its blade was translucent, like ice, with white mist flowing inside. His face was pale, his eyes bright. He did not smile. He simply drew his sword.
"You're late," Loa said. "Any later and I'd have almost finished killing them all."
"Leave a few for me." Saber in hand, Tulilei walked toward O'Casey.
O'Casey took a step back as he faced this god of slaughter from the Far Eastern Grasslands. His legs felt a little weak.
"Tulilei, this is between the Dark Church and Loa. You-"
"Shut up." Tulilei brought his saber down.
There were no flourishes, just one slash. A blood-red saber shadow descended from the sky with an aura of utter destruction, cleaving toward O'Casey. O'Casey raised his severed hand to