Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!
On the surface of the Cross Sword, half of the Black Inscriptions' eyes lit up.
The silhouette of King of Senairo's scarlet robe vanished in an instant, appearing in front of Casio like a ghost. Without any probing or pause, he viciously swung his sword at Casio. The six-meter-long Cross Dark Inscription Sword tore through layers of air, emitting a supremely sharp buzzing.
Its tip, ablaze with scarlet light spots, traced a deadly and beautiful rounded arc, bringing with it the terrifying power of the supreme eyeballs to strike down!
Shoo!
At that moment, Casio suddenly struck, his single arm tearing through the air, ferociously sweeping upward. On the back of his hand, five red threads stretched from his shoulders to his fingertips. His fingers instantly closed together, forming a beak-like shape as tight as iron pliers. Suddenly, a cry of a raptor burst through the air, pulling into a long red arc-shaped afterimage.
Ding!!!
