The devil stood gallantly, waiting for the terrifying gale that streaked toward it from afar.
Dark Terror stood motionless like an onyx four-armed statue.
And as the far gale slowly got closer, the redness in its eyes seemed to burn brighter.
After a couple of seconds, a tremendous explosion burst out in front of it—the devil was still unmoving.
In mere seconds, everywhere was encased in gigantic spikes of ice, including Dark Terror.
Ryan slowly turned to look at the perfect work of ice art he had showcased. In just a swing of motion, he had managed to—
SLAM!
Arlem landed voraciously, softly shaking the ground.
"Uh? Has it ended before I came?"
Ryan turned his face toward the brown-skinned guy and turned away indifferently, slowly materializing a sharp ice cone with his gaze fixed upon the rest of the Corpse Eaters that were still running for their lives.
