The counter mover from Ibro would take some time to show its results, and as he knew about this fact, he was so patient and didn't feel any pressure or worry.
Ibro continued to use his strikes without stop, trying his best to direct them towards the incoming newly absorbed demon energy at the upper part of this huge fiend.
The fiend, on the other hand, didn't stop harassing Ibro's protective spell with its needles, trying its best to drain Ibro's energy as the latter was draining its own.
Time passed slowly as the two used most of their trump cards and then placed their pieces over the board waiting for the end result. Who would have his energy depleted first?
The answer revealed itself when the influx of demon energy was cut abruptly to less than one third of its original flow. When Ibro noticed this, he sighed as he muttered:
'Finally those dragons started to play their role from outside, so it's time for me to start my role from here.'
