Swirling Vortex Of Death

"Don't be so shaken. I sacrificed thirty-five percent of my soul essence to increase the prowess of my trump card so that I could take you down. Otherwise, I would've burned to cinders."

He chuckled. His eyes, that was pitch dark, abruptly flashed as they became swirling vortexes.

The heaven and earth energy went through another upheaval as the weather changed, heralding another descent of a Divine Technique.

"…!"

Ancestor Reselius Zenflame was finally able to extricate himself from the fear that made him freeze. However, his gaze locked with Davis, causing him to feel an icy sensation across his skin as though the surrounding temperature dropped. He didn't bother with it and hurriedly tried to use a defensive Divine Technique as he retreated.

However, without even him knowing, he diagonally descended and crashed onto the head of the cave, dropping down like a fly.

"!!!"