Michael stared at Typhon, who was now fighting the Knights.
"No matter how powerful he is, all this energy he had used will surly drain the main body's energy. Soon, this soul manifestation will become weak, and slow... Then we'll attack."
The commanders behind him slowly nodded, their gazes fixed on Typhon.
'Hmm... Remaining, 1,067,985. Typhon is truly powerful, and to say half of my walkers are all above the diamond medal, some being Transcendent... But none could land a hit on him.'
"**Commanders, keep him busy.**"
Whoosh!!
The ten shot forward, moving towards Typhon.
"**Porphyrion, Come out!**"
BOOM!!
The huge Giant formed beside Michael, his intense gaze fixed on Typhon.
"**Go and have your revenge.**"
"*GRRAAAAAAAA!!!*"
With rage, Porphyrion shot towards Typhon, and swung his broadsword, sending the energy blade forward.
Whoosh!
