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"Still, it's of no use. Believe me," Lionel said, his tone calm yet firm. He wasn't boasting—he was calculating, already certain of what they could and couldn't do.
"Evelyn, Adrian, deal with the two undead! I'm sure he can't summon stronger creatures with his mana running low after creating clones earlier. A single slash to their cores will dissolve them," Lionel commanded as he advanced toward the man, whose blade shimmered with a dangerous green energy.
The man didn't hesitate. He moved swiftly, and their swords collided with a metallic clang. The BloodSiphon blade held firm in Lionel's grasp, and his breath remained steady.
When the notification of a new skill came through, Lionel was momentarily distracted. Then he remembered the blood essence his sword had been absorbing—it had been evolving without him realizing. He now had an edge, but he needed to be cautious; his blood essence reserves were down to just 400 units. Every move had to count.
