"———!"
Struggling up from the pile of rubble, Jill's consciousness hadn't fully cleared yet. He was only feeling the pain in his body and instinctively seeking blood, when suddenly, an incredibly terrifying killing intent locked onto him.
The intensity of that killing intent caused waves of bone-chilling cold to instantly rise from the soles of Jill's feet, shooting up to his crown, which snapped his dazed consciousness from the pain to full alertness.
In this moment of clarity, Jill immediately saw Reiger, wrapped in gales, his robe fluttering wildly in the wind, making a whistling sound.
The look in the opponent's eyes and the relentless sense of lethal threat emanating from him finally made Jill feel fear.
Although Jill was under the influence of the demon swordsmanship and addicted to blood, he had not completely lost his reason.
