As the words fell, a drop of blood dripped from Roxey's fingertip, lightly striking the ground, forming a deep red ripple.
At the same time, the purple flames on Zakro's body suddenly surged, a whirlwind whipped up ashes across the sky, and distorted flames condensed behind him into a massive demonic shadow, as if reality itself was twisting in terror.
The air froze at that moment, darkness and blood intertwined, as if time itself held its breath for this battle.
Zakro was the first to move.
His palm suddenly opened, purple flames erupted from the ground, countless purple flame spears screamed through the air, targeting Roxey.
Each spear of flame bore terrifying Fear Energy, distorting the air as they passed, rocks on the ground turned to black dust instantly, like everything touched by the flames would be utterly destroyed.
"Die for me!" Zakro's voice carried anger and pain.
