"Chaos Flame?" Zareel's expression slightly changed. As the Blood Battle Manipulator, she recognized it at a glance—this was the power from her nemesis, the Abyss.
"Your flame is nothing but an echo of Hell's embers!" Zareel's voice drowned out the boiling magma.
"Sizzle——"
The burning greatsword swung through the air, extending to a hundred meters under the power of Hell, as if it would cleave the entire world.
At the moment the blade slashed through the sky and split the flame, the vertical pupils of the red dragon contracted into thin lines. He swung his wings and tightened his limbs, twisting in midair to dodge the deadly strike.
Dragon scales scraped against the sword, sparking a series of dazzling sparks.
Cassius dove rapidly, closing the distance continuously, his figure like a ghost, speeding towards Zareel.
