Through her eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, steams of blood rushed out as if it wanted to be free from the human's body. Meanwhile, the fifty-seven-year-old Rank-5 with over forty years of battle experience was helplessly levitating in mid-air, turning paler every second as Alastor collected her blood in the form of an orb in his hands.
As her blood levels reached an alarming rate at which she could die, Azzy was about to take action but fortunately, the blood drain stopped and she was then blasted away as if her body was being controlled by invisible hands, crashing to the ground outside the battle arena.
After taking care of one, Alastor then glanced to his left and raised his arm. "Scram," Amidst the gazes of shock, Gredor's conjured energy shield also slowly rose in the air and shot back at Gredor.
As the Crescent clan's heir conjured the energy shield right in front of him, he couldn't evade it completely and got slammed onto his side.
