Garris was an old hand among the Transcendent Masters and rarely engaged in life-or-death battles with other Transcendent Masters.
But at that moment, the roaring of Forbidden Curses nearby gave him a real backbone to lean on, and a surge of courage welled up within him.
Garris, who had been previously overpowered, steeled his heart and pursued his foe.
Just as Gorel was fleeing at full speed.
In the path of Gorel's escape, the fluctuations of space bloomed.
Tuck stepped out from the space-time wormhole.
"Did I allow you to escape?"
Blocking the swiftly fleeing Gorel, Tuck spoke with an indifferent tone.
"Die!"
He clenched the Legendary Long Sword in his hand.
The interwoven silver and blood-red glimmers of light, like a whale absorbing water, drew in toward him.
With a slash, steam for over ten kilometers was cleaved open by a single sword strike.
Roar roar roar...
The sword energy, like a roaring dragon, ascended in defiance.
