The calm voice of a man in black rang out. The Wind Splitting Mantises paused for a moment, then suddenly swung their claws, launching pale blue wind blades that shot out with a faint glow surrounding them.
"Get out of my way!"
With a grip of his palm, an ice blade, more refined than usual, formed in his hand. Blaze Regret swung it angrily, slicing the approaching wind blades in half.
Even though he survived this round of attacks, Blaze Regret's expression was grim. Blood trickled from his wrist, staining the soil beneath him.
Anyone else in his place, even using a stronger spirit technique, would have perished. Trying to counter spirit beasts with spirit techniques was a fool's errand, especially with the overwhelming numbers against him.
