Emperor He Mo moved his feet until he obtained a sufficient distance. He slowly sat on the ground while his shoulder gradually felt the stinging sensation from the wound. It was not fatal but the blade managed to create a deep stab wound which made it more painful.
He glanced at the tiny swords worriedly. 'To think that these weapons would clash is beyond my comprehension... This sword is like a ticking bomb that could explode any moment without her.' the man reflected the possible danger that the Spiral Sword possessed.
After a few minutes, he averted his gaze on the devil's crest and rubbed it. 'The fat dragon told me that this devil crest will take over my body because the Order in this world disappeared. The only way to control this crest is to restore the balance. I thought that the balance will be settled after arriving here but it seemed like I have mistaken. I have miscalculated everything!'