And Casio, transformed into the crimson aura of the Blood Vulture Bird, remained standing in the same spot.
He was even standing on one leg, leisurely flapping his wings. The feathers and tail that burned like flames trembled as if shaking off the filthy energy between the gaps. His entire form remained unscathed.
"Continually using some repetitive, useless methods."
"The King of Senairo still refuses to show himself?"
"Are you scared? Have you backed down?"
In his murderous personality state, Casio's character was wildly arrogant; he was recklessly emanating the aura of Tyrant Fist, seemingly provoking the enemies of the World of Calamities!
Come out, roll out, and battle him!
However, while Casio verbally coaxed his adversary, his body lingered at the edge of the passage between the two worlds, with no intention of entering the World of Calamities.