"THE THREE ULTIMATE SOULS!" Soulayer used his final and ultimate skill, wanting to end this battle as he already had suffered too much damage by the hands of this kid.
He dropped his greatsword, making it splash against the water, then pulled up the string that was holding the jar around his neck.
That jar was as big as his hands, and he held in both of his, his expression yet again softening.
Soulayer immediately shook his head and quickly glanced at Stark, then he shut his eyes and began to turn the lid of the jar, his expression darkening after each twist.
As the jar twisted, Soulayer's eyes began to glow with an intense crimson aura, and the water in the giant pond began to ripple at the sight of this powerful display.
"Die!" Soulayer roared, his muffled voice echoing through the area as he flung the opened jar forward, sending a wave of crimson energy surging around him.
But right as that happened…
