On the battlefield, Uliv knew that the three-minute limit given by Lex was no joke. If he didn't resolve the fight, Lex would definitely intervene.
Uliv, who had been in a defensive stance, suddenly grabbed his right wrist with his left hand. Almost simultaneously, the various wounds on his body began to disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye. Strange rune-like writings began to emerge on his entire right arm. The letters converged toward his palm as if they were animated, and a layer of black mist slowly enveloped his palm, creating an eerie scene.
The black mist seemed to spread slowly, but the vines that encountered it shriveled quickly, as if something had drained them of their moisture.
Uliv slowly stood up straight and showed a grim smile to Lancelot. "Little pretty boy from the Military Department, our fight ends here..."
Lancelot seemed to realize something and commanded more vines to accelerate their attack, trying to seize the advantage he had before.
