The man with green eyes, short black hair, and red skin, who had previously lain on the ground, dead with his head blown off, rose in a haunting scene.
His burning eyes, like glowing embers, stared fixedly at the world, while an intense and furious flame crowned his head, burning with an intensity that seemed to defy nature itself.
A mouth of fire opened on his face, spewing flames that flickered like dancing tongues. The air around him rippled with scorching heat, and the aura of supernatural power emanating from him was overwhelming.
It was as if an elemental entity had been resurrected, and the mere sight of him sent shivers down the spines of everyone present.
"How dare you kill me!!! I will kill you dozens of times!!"
"Dude, I blew your head off, how are you still alive?"
"Vez! Leave him to me!"
Vez, perplexed and unable to understand what was happening, cast a glance toward Reda, desperately seeking an explanation. His eyes met Reda's, who was just as stunned as he was.
'What form is this? I know we can survive without a head for a few minutes, but this is impossible. Only one person in the clan would be able to regenerate a head, and that would require the sacred fire bath.'
"Vez! Leave him!"
"Yes."
'We don't know if it's the same person. We can't take the risk.'
"I'll whip you a thousand times, but I won't let you die in the process!"
"Really? Try then. Firehead."
"Arahhh!!!"
Pico began to scream with uncontrollable rage, and the flames surrounding his head became even more intense, blazing with a fiery fire.
Suddenly, several fire whips erupted from his head, as if every strand of hair that composed his mane of fire had turned into an incandescent whip.
The fire whips lashed through the air ferociously, cutting through space and sending sparks and sparks in all directions.
"Die burned!"
The fire whips that had emerged from Pico's head took on a life of their own and began to move toward Castiel with sinister determination.
Castiel struggled to dodge the whips in a frenzy of agile movement, but no matter how fast he moved, the whips pursued him as if they had a mind of their own.
"How far will this go? My goodness. You really love me too much. Didn't I already say I don't like guys!"
"Yes, but you'll like my whip beating you to death."
When Pico's fire whips finally reached their maximum extension, they began to close in.
"Have you heard the saying 'Watch where you step'?"
"What does that have to do with anything!!!"
"Nothing, but watch where you step."
"What?!"
Booooommmmmm.
"Explosive mines. I warned you."
"You bastard!! I'm going to burn you alive!!"
"Oh? Weren't you going to whip me alive?"
"Die! Die! Die!"
Pico continued to attack with his whips, but his fury was becoming increasingly evident. The fire whips cut through the air with impressive speed, but no matter how hard he tried, they couldn't hit Castiel.
"Damn it!!"
Pico's rage grew to the point that his flaming head pulsed with fierce intensity. A whirlwind of flames swirled around him, forming a firestorm that threatened to engulf everything around it.
Then, with a gesture of anger, Pico unleashed his rage, and the flames surrounding his head soared upward towards the sky.
However, instead of dissipating, the flames began to fall like a burning rain. They were hundreds of small fireballs descending from the sky, creating a terrifying and spectacular scene.
"What a beautiful show. I could hire you as my personal clown."
"Shut up!!"
The flames that had turned into a rain of fire took on a life of their own, as if they had a sinister will.
They gathered in a precise formation, all converging in Castiel's direction. It was a perfect and relentless aim, as if destiny itself had pointed its accusatory finger.
"Hahahahaha! Die, wretch!"
All those showers of flames hit the area head-on, illuminating it with blinding brightness.
"And now I'm going to see your whole body burned."
As the smoke began to dissipate, revealing the aftermath of the attack, Pico moved toward the spot. His fiery hair still burned with terrifying intensity, but the fury that had consumed him now seemed to have given way to a dark determination.
"Hahahahaha! I didn't know you were so strong."
Pico reached the point where Castiel had been hit by the flames, and all he found was a pile of fine gray dust. Castiel's body had completely disintegrated, as if it had been consumed by the flames in a mysterious transformation.
"That's what you deserve for messing with me. Pico!! Hahahahahaha! I'm the best!!"
The ground around Pico began to glow intensely, a dazzling brightness that seemed to pulsate with hidden power. However, Pico was so distracted by his apparent victory that he didn't notice the change in the environment.
"Get out of there, Pico!"
"What?!"
"Too late. Underground explosion!"
Booooommmmmmm.
Pico, still recovering from his earlier distraction, was devastatingly hit by the explosion that emanated from Castiel's strategically positioned hands beneath the ground. The explosion was precise and devastating, sending Pico soaring into the sky in a whirlwind of explosions.
As the smoke and chaos cleared, Castiel emerged from the blast site, his figure bathed in a halo of triumph. His surprising strategy had worked perfectly.
Pico, on the other hand, was visibly shaken and weakened, his triumphant expression now replaced by shock and defeat.
"You're strong, but being strong isn't enough. Oops!"
As Castiel finished his sentence, Vez made a fierce charge, his eyes sparkling with anger. But Castiel was prepared. With remarkable dexterity, he dodged Vez's charge with an explosive move. His evasion speed was incredible, as if time had slowed down around him.
Vez, surprised by Castiel's agility and skill, flew past, completely missing his target.
"I warned you it wouldn't work anymore."
"You never let your guard down."
"That's what sets a man apart from a boy."
'Fighting him alone is challenging.'
Vez positioned himself cunningly, watching every move of Castiel, patiently waiting for an opening to attack. His eyes sparkled with determination, and he was ready to take advantage of any misstep by his opponent.
However, there was an aura of tension in the air, as if Vez was also buying time.
"What's the matter? Not going to attack?"
"Wait and see."
Vez continued his close-range attacks, trying to find an opening in Castiel while also biding his time. However, as the fight unfolded, it became increasingly clear that Castiel was gaining the upper hand. His agility and skill were remarkable, and he adeptly defended himself against Vez's attacks.
With each of Vez's charges, Castiel countered with precision, gradually wearing down his opponent.
'Damn! If this continues. I'll die.'
"Grrrrrrr!"
"Yes, I believe they have done enough. Let's go. Hmm! What's that noise?"
As the battle between Castiel and Vez continued, a strange sound began to echo from beneath the ground. It was as if someone were urgently digging, determined to emerge to the surface. The looks of those present turned to the ground as the noise grew louder and more pronounced.
The already tense atmosphere became even more charged with suspense as everyone tried to understand the origin of this new development. Who was digging underground and for what purpose?
"Is this really serious?" Castiel said.
"Hahaha! Yes, we are immortal."
As the sound of someone digging underground persisted, Reda and Vez exchanged glances and began to laugh. Their laughter was filled with a mix of excitement and anticipation, as if they knew more than the others present in that moment.
Reda and Vez's laughter reverberated in the air, creating a strange dissonance with the sound of the ongoing excavation. It was as if they were sharing a secret, adding to the intrigue and mystery surrounding the situation. In the background, Reda chuckled as if she were enjoying the whole situation.
"I knew that a bloodline chief would not be defeated so easily. Isn't it, Raza?!" said Reda excitedly.
"Oops! Oh yes, Chief. I have returned from death again," Raza said as he left the ground.
Castiel, observing Reda and Vez's strange reaction, let out a sigh.
"Is there anyone mortal here?" Castiel shouted.
"Yes, you!"
"Oh, you again? It's incredible how you guys never seem to die, isn't it?"
Castiel was starting to get nervous about the situation. No matter how hard he attacked, Vez, Raza, and Pico seemed to never yield. Their resilience was testing Castiel's patience and determination, and he was beginning to wonder about the true nature of his opponents.
Meanwhile, Vez, Raza, and Pico exchanged glances and wore enigmatic smiles. It was as if they were playing a game that only they understood, further fueling the intrigue of the scene. In the background, Reda was laughing, as if she were having fun with the whole situation.
"What are you going to do, Castiel? Now that we're all gathered again, and you're so injured. Tell us what you intend to do?"
Castiel kept his face closed and impassive as he listened to Reda's words. Every word spoken by his opponent only increased his determination. He knew the situation was serious, and he could no longer hesitate.
With impressive speed, Castiel assumed a fighting stance. His movements were precise and calculated, his gaze focused on the opponents before him. The tension in the air was palpable, and everyone in the area realized that the battle was about to reach a new level of intensity.
"Partial complete explosive mode!"
Unlike the partial explosive mode he had used before, this abrasive transformation completely engulfed his limbs, advancing toward his internal organs.
The abrasive energy enveloped him like a burning and penetrating aura, causing Castiel to experience overwhelming intensity.