This time, the white figure rushed to the front of the formation, while the black figure stood behind, releasing magic. Before the white figure arrived, the rapid shadow ball magic had already flown from behind and began bombing. The mage of the demon clan unfolded a huge magic shield to protect their side. At the same time, three figures flashed out from behind the magic shield and approached the black robe.
The giant decapitating sword struck the ground, but the black robe Ray dodged it, and in mid-air, he held up a huge shadow ball and smashed it towards the orc sword saint. Under the destructive power, the three already gathered individuals quickly dispersed. Meanwhile, the white robe in front broke through the defense of the magic shield and severed the short sword in front of the injured orc sword saint, piercing through his chest. The orc, losing his right arm, fiercely grabbed the blade of Ray's sword, using his body to block The Gifts' blade.
"There's an opening! Die, kid!" Gray Shadow, gripping the dark sky in his hand, appeared behind Ray, his movements swift. He launched a fierce attack, aiming directly at his back. Ray made no attempt to dodge. A deep, starry hole opened behind him, and the blade of the dark sky floated lightly into it. Gray Shadow furrowed his brow and quickly pulled out his long sword. At the same time, the orc shaman "puhed" and vomited blood. The same hole opened on his back, and the other half of the blade pierced his chest from behind. After Gray Shadow pulled out the blade, the wound began to corrode like a curse. The black-robed figure, like a ghost, flashed behind Gray Shadow. Dim, deathly light shot out from his fingertips, but Gray Shadow easily dodged it. It landed on the ground beneath his feet, and the emerald green grass withered at a visible speed, turning into a clump of black mud. Finally, the white-robed Ray won the struggle of power. Amidst the roars of both sides, The Gifts, shining with brilliance, slanted and cut through the orc sword saint. The old orc hero, unwilling in his heart, knelt down on the ground, the S-rank orc sword saint, Ronno the Mad Blade, had fallen!
The orc shaman was supported by another sword saint, his wound temporarily suppressed by the power of magic. The remaining four, along with Gray Shadow, once again surrounded Ray.
"The Shield of Space, a lost spell for thousands of years. Even the former Lord of the Demon Realm could not use it continuously. Black Flag, I am becoming more and more interested in you," Gray Shadow said as he observed the black robe, whose breathing had become somewhat rapid, and the white robe who had raised his long sword again. He gave the order, "Do your best and kill him!"
Gray Shadow finished speaking and swung the dark sky, hacking towards the black robe. The group of figures fought again. The shaman continuously released support spells, while the demon mage bombarded the white-robed Ray with powerful attack magic, disrupting his coordination with the black robe.
The iron fist of the berserker smashed into the black robe's cheek. A frost shield appeared between the two, and frost spread on the berserker's wrist while blocking the attack. On the other side, two circular blades took the opportunity to attack from above. The black robe squatted down to evade the attack, slapped his palm on the ground, and the whole earth split apart. A huge earthen hand slapped towards the orc warrior, pulling them further apart. Steel claws came at him from a tricky angle, and the black robe couldn't dodge. He clasped his arms tightly, and his fragile magic shield partially absorbed the attack, but his arms still suffered deep wounds. The black demon warrior followed closely behind and kicked the black robe away.
"Switch!" Ray whispered. The white robe raised a shimmering magic light in his hand to ward off Gray Shadow's attack. "Bursting Light!" Gray Shadow was dazzled by the flash, and the white robe took the opportunity to disengage from the fight, enticing the orc sword saint next to him to fly into the air.
In the black robe's hand, The Quietus also returned to its scythe form. With the remaining strength, he approached the heavily injured orc shaman. The demon warrior shouted in alarm and tried to catch up, but his path was blocked by a spear of light falling from the sky. The saber fell, its dim blade dripping with blood. The S-rank orc shaman, fallen!
Ray's clones gathered together again, all of them injured to varying degrees. The black robe also coughed up blood. Although he hadn't been directly hit by the berserker's attack, he still endured the enormous impact.
"So, now there are only six left." The black robe spat blood foam and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with his sleeve.
"Black Flag, you are indeed strong! It was a mistake to rate you as an SS. Even an SSS rank wouldn't be an exaggeration. But with only two kills relying on ambushes and treacherous tricks, you still have no chance against the three of us who are true SSS rank powerhouses. If you behave yourself, I promise to make your death less painful!" Gray Shadow appeared visibly annoyed."SSS rank! My rating among humans was only F, but it suddenly increased so much. It's really a joyful thing, hahaha, cough cough.... This is truly a delightful event that can make you wake up laughing from a dream. Well, thank you, Grand Commander Gray Shadow, for valuing me so much. To repay your kindness, I must perform well! "Ray in the black robe laughed a couple of times, then coughed up two mouthfuls of blood.
"Come out! It's time to work!" Ray in the white robe also smiled and whispered a sentence. A transformation occurred around them. Four-colored light clusters, red, yellow, white, and green, overflowed from their bodies and condensed separately. The red flames converged into a furious fire demon. Metal from the soil continued to gather, forming a black golden puppet that stood up. Frost gradually took shape from the bottom to the top, with a frosty Valkyrie, donning a mask and wielding a longsword, standing firmly as a guardian. A gentle breeze blew from behind, and silently, an elf archer with emerald green hair had already strung a longbow made of lightning.
"Now it's 6 against 6. We can finally have a real fight!" Ray in the black robe grasped The Quietus again and pointed it at Gray Shadow, proclaiming proudly.
