"30 seconds, any last words?"
No matter what species the opponent is, such a level of power won't shake the image of the future. The thoughts, language, and strength of Rinaldo Darkay couldn't make up for the enormous gap in strength.
"Enough with the chatter, just bring it on!"
Frowning, Li Lin raises his one-handed longsword like a failed biological weapon. The Durandal, spewing black fog-like particles, could no longer be linked to the title of [Holy Sword]. The sword, which had been infused with unidentified elements since its design phase, has now lost its holy existence against demons and spirits. It was no more than a chunk of sharp metal emitting [curse], [resentment], and other negative residual thoughts that Rinaldo was wielding.
"Listen well, Siegfried Otto Lilin! I'm going to give you a good beating! Correct your spoiled bratty personality!"
"The previous assumption was indeed so, now it needs to be revised."
