"Sharp blade impact!"
An excited growl sounded in his ear. Masaharu ODA felt a chill in his arm as the figure in front of him passed by him. Immediately after, an intense pain pierced his brain.
The cut at the shoulder was as smooth as a mirror, and black and sticky blood spurted out like a water gun for more than ten meters, spraying a long corridor of blood mist.
Then, the two floating blades in front and behind him shook slightly like two electrodes. The surging magic power penetrated the air between them, forming a thick pillar of lightning, slightly distorting the space along the way.
[match the wings dual blades ]!
Masaharu ODA's body trembled uncontrollably, and he was confined in place by the powerful magic Thunder.
Although it was only a few seconds, it was enough time to decide everything on the ever-changing battlefield.
