315 315. Sprint

A black cloud was quickly formed around Noah, his fiendish appearance had changed again after the roots in his sea of consciousness entangled themselves on the third Kesier rune.

The horns and the tail of the Demonic form had grown and Noah's fingers had become sharp pointy claws, the spell now made him look like a real demon rather than a human figure with a gaseous armor.

The "Breath" in his dantian depleted quickly, the liquid "Breath" wasn't enough to sustain a spell with the power of the third rank so Noah's reserves diminished at a fast pace, hurrying him to end the battle as fast as he could.

The ten red cultivators stopped their tracks at the sight of the black smoke, the amount of danger that they felt coming from it surpassed that of his black sabers, they had no confidence in safely crossing it.

That's why, after a brief pause, they all began to cast their spells.