Liszt is unaware of the current battle situation outside the city, but since those Heavy Priests haven't broken in yet, it shows that Fen is holding on, perhaps even reversing the tide.
And he must send this person to hell.
The completely heated battle has lasted for several minutes.
Their figures interlocked, moving with lightning speed, blades clashing, faster than imaginable, and the waves of air and firestorms causing the already charred city to burn even more fiercely.
The only reflection in his eyes was flames.
Scarlet ghostly figures attached to Liszt's hands, unleashing more fiercely than ever before, burdening his body with an erosion greater than that of the West Sea Giant. With unmatched strength, one strike was followed by another, and icy sword shadows weaved into a net.
The sword in his right hand fully displayed Liszt's skills, honed on a reckless path for years.
Unlike Liszt's extreme speed.
