The Battle - End
"Utter rubbish! Look at yourself, Dante Morningstar, you can barely stand after being stabbed in the back by your own brother! How can you protect anyone like this?" Lingtian ridiculed with an arrogant look.
Fyre and Lilith gritted their teeth in hatred. Looking at Lingtian, who was happily running his mouth while having something actually dangerous enough to back it up. This was not how things usually went, with them being the ones stepping on Lingtian's head all the time.
Dante sighed and patted the shoulders of Fyre and Lilith gently. To their surprise, he managed to stand upright on his own, though one could see him grimace in pain. Even more shocking was the fact that the wound on his chest was recovering quite fast.
He glanced at Lingtian then at the Primogenitor Giant beneath him and shook his head. "If this is your trump card, Lingtian, I must say it's a powerful one. However, it won't last, given that its costs must be hard to bear."