"These Black Death minions are merely adequate. I have seen many horrendous records about the Black Death, and now it seems just as such. Perhaps, the previous human civilizations were limited in their development, lacking sufficient professional power, enabling these Black Death minions to flaunt their prowess."
Ivita sensed the aura of these Black Death minions and confirmed something.
Certainly.
The power of these Black Death minions was rising.
And their physiques had changed.
The peregrine falcon, into which Ivita had transformed, saw, from a distance, Ray Valji swinging a Knight Sword on the deck, resisting furiously. Every swing of his sword sent violet sparks of lightning flashing from the blade.
The sparks instantly shot through the air, annihilating any Black Death tendrils that dared approach him.
"No disease can defeat me!" Ray Valji fought like a cornered beast.
