Blood even shimmered with specks of white light.
Then everything went black as he lost consciousness.
Roger stood still, energy surging through his body. This time, he evidently strengthened his control over the Pale Blood.
Although the power that burst forth wasn't as immense as when facing Lilith, it was more enduring.
Three punches.
That was all it took to render Gaharad seriously injured.
Roger could feel that, despite the seemingly minor injuries, the damage to Gaharad's spirit and soul was far more difficult to heal.
Just a few more hits from Roger and he could easily finish this woman off.
"The consumption is too great,"
The three attacks had nearly exhausted more than half of Roger's energy reserves. At most, he could attack twice more. If he couldn't secure victory with those, he would have to consider escaping.
"What a pity, why did you have to come for me?"
Roger sighed, stepping on Gaharad's neck.
