After regaining his stance in mid-air, Samael quickly turned behind him, searching for the culprit who managed to make him waste one of his amulets, turning it into ashes as it was automatically used for patching up a fatal injury.
"You...!"
After seeing another elf, one who looked like the previous one but was slightly older, he roared in anger. The one who attacked, landing the holy ray on his heart and causing a fatal injury, was none other than Nayta.
She, whose current mana had traces of Ein's own mana, managed to fire off a spell that was several stages more powerful than Melina's attack.
"Ants should just keep to the sides and watch!" Samael shouted in anger as the mana around him started gathering. At that moment, three dots of light gathered around him, releasing a dangerous-looking purple-black glow.
"You all want to die that badly? I'll send you personally to my hell!"
