Alastair's eyes were locked firmly on John as he drew his blade, a mocking smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
"Do you really think that with that you can kill me?"
Alastair's power began to swell increasingly, as if just one more second would lead to a catastrophic explosion.
He was like a balloon stretched to its limit, a single touch away from bursting—an entirely unstable force.
John chuckled lightly.
"Then try it!"
Godslayer Blade—
One of his most powerful techniques!
He had refrained from using it until now because the success rate was not particularly high and the repercussions were severe.
But now, he was at the point where he had no choice but to use it, so he hesitated no more.
The Bloodthirsty Blade reflected a chilling light amidst the snowstorm.
His red eyes seemed to sparkle and focus intensely on the prey before him.
