"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough..."
In mid-air, a black and crimson silhouette glided while coughing up blood. His right fist blasted the rocks that were falling from the sky, and his left hand clutched Whale King Arlington. The Saint Fist of the Magic Phoenix turned its head in trepidation, looking at the massive black shadow within the mountain that seemed like a devil incarnate descending upon the world. For the first time, he felt an intense concern for Xiadu, the leader within the Organization who was revered like a god.
Xiadu wouldn't...
Amidst the shattered stones, Casio's real body and the giant fist of the Demon Idol overlapped. He too threw a punch, his fist pressing against Xiadu's chest.
Crack crack crack... crack crack crack...
Casio's right arm was dripping with blood, his flesh torn and bones shattered into pieces.
Drip drip drip, the blood gathered at the elbow and dripped down.
