"Ughh!" Blood spread around, and a painful moan came from the elderly man. He lost the strength to stand and fell to the ground. Looking back, he saw Lenon standing in front of him with an emotionless face.
"Did you enjoy your little victory time?" said Lenon as he lifted up his sword again.
"You bastard, so it was all an illusion," the elderly man muttered in a struggling voice. The blood continued to flow from him, and at that moment, he suddenly exclaimed a spell.
γ Hactomb Agni γ
Suddenly, the blood flowing on the ground from his wound began to bubble up as its heat increased tremendously.
"Haha, I won't go alone," the man said with a laugh. But in the next second, Lenon's sword pierced through his head, slicing it apart.
The boiling blood suddenly stopped, and the increased temperature of the air turned cold for a second.
"Did he try to blow himself?" questioned Lenon as he pulled back his sword from the elderly man's head.
