Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.
The dark sword plunged into Death Phantom, leaving dozens of cuts on his body, from which drops of white blood flowed. Death Phantom tried to defend himself, but Wain was too fast for the Phantom to counterattack as his attacks were too powerful for the Phantom to risk missing full damage.
In dozens of attacks, Wain had not yet gotten past Death Phantom's defenses, as the ghost always blocked his lunges, but that didn't stop him from reaching his enemy with the tip of his sword.
'Fine, just a little longer and he'll be finished. If you don't use the energy he can't really do anything, though I'm starting to get tired.' Wain wondered as his foot touched the ground.
