HIATUS

Aildrin pulled his sword hand, but the grip was tight. Then the Demon Berserker changed his target and charged at him.

Sword Dance! Aildrin turned into a fiery trail and attacked both of them.

The two demons were at a loss on where to attack. And they helplessly fell into a defensive mode.

But it did not last.

"Give me space!" Broken Spirit said. Then Abandoned Hope vanished.

Blood Cyclone! The Demon Berserker spun with his ax, and a red circular sword wave shot out of his weapon. At such a close distance, Aildrin could only parry, but the force sent him tumbling on the ground.

There was a deep gash in Aildrin's shoulder. He gritted his teeth, and then his necklace glowed.

Warmth surged from his chest towards the rest of his body. It closed the wound and restored his strength. Then the heat burst out and formed into a ruby aura that coated him.

Soul of Blades!