Even if the poison were to be stopped, it would spread until it reached the students. Zavier realized it was most likely related to the poison.
That poison was extremely complex and difficult to detect. Despite his intimidating physique, Zavier knew he couldn't keep fighting the Devil Worker.The poison was the source of the problem!
Zavier would not be able to survive if there was no antidote.
The Devil Worker smiled cruelly and asked, as if sensing Zavier's thoughts, "Do you still wish to depart? Are you scared? I guarantee you that once the poison gets to you, it won't matter what kind of life you have!"
Zavier ignored him and maintained his expression. He maintained his focus on his goal. The blood blade in Zavier's hands moved faster than he could imagine, piercing towards the Devil Worker's heart.
However, just as the Devil Worker predicted, a strong gust of wind blew past before the blade could reach his chest.
