"Screech—"
Along with Cassius's wanton roar, black blood splattered in mid-air, and one of the Shadow Dragon's wings was torn off, with its translucent soul-quality wing membrane gradually dissipating.
"Aaaah!"
Mortifael let out a howl of extreme pain, his coal-like black body writhing and struggling.
But against the absolute strength of the Bloodscaled Fury and the chaotic flames swirling around, his struggles were so pale and powerless.
"I will tear you to pieces!"
Cassius laughed wildly, his pale gold eyes filled with red blood vessels. He was like a predator toying with his prey, licking the taste of blood, savoring the pleasure of slowly teasing and dismembering his prey.
"No, no, I am the Voice of the Night!"
"Seven hundred years of accumulation, consuming millions of lives, how could I lose to you!"
In the extremity of the will to survive, the Shadow Dragon finally cast a spell.
[Shadow Escape Technique]
