680 Conjurer

"Hah…haah!" Slayer panted as he collapsed to the ground, gasping for air as he observed the world around him cracking in response before vanishing. He looked around, watching the five System Slayers rush to his rescue, standing before him in a hurry.

They glared at the entity that was standing on the other side, also exhausted, but sporting a wide grin.

"You've become terrifyingly strong, Gilthru." The Saint of Calamity smiled, dusting himself as his injuries healed rapidly, alarming the System Slayers.

Upon observing their reactions, he focused his attention on Slayer, noticing the other party's rather calm gaze as he said, "It seems you're aware of what I've been up to these days."

"It doesn't take much to predict what a sick bastard like you would do." Slayer got up with a start, perfectly cured now, in an optimal state as if he hadn't fought in the first place, his actions causing the other party to whistle in amazement.