Joelson looked at his opponent.
The strength of this "Demon Joelson" was too powerful.
His own strength was exactly the same as his. Now, with the support of this ancient race form, he was much more powerful.
A strong battle intent burned in Joelson's eyes.
Only such a powerful opponent had the value of being defeated!
Joelson took out the sword of slaughter and held it in his hand.
A white-gold light lit up, as if a dazzling sun had risen in this space.
This time, Demon Joelson did not only use his wings to defend but also extended the sharp claws in his hand.
The field was silent.
Only two figures charged at each other.
Clang!
The sound of metal colliding rang out.
Joelson felt as if the longsword in his hand had collided with some extremely hard material and he didn't feel as if it had been chopped off.