He swung the massive scepter in his hand, shattering several blood slashes flying toward him, then followed with a punch to blow up the magic thrown by the magicians.
Seizing the moment as he was immersed in his wide-open attacks without any defense, a warrior slid under Manus.
Facing this colossal monster whose sheer presence was enough to suffocate ordinary people, the warrior's lips curved into a smile, a smile unique to the people of the Yanor Kingdom when causing trouble.
He took on the posture of one of the signature combat skills of the Lost Land Knight, the Storm Assault, and a dim storm exploded from beneath his feet, lifting him into the air.
Since he was right underneath Manus, it was impossible for him to fly; he would only collide with the Master of the Abyss.
But was he here to embrace? Absolutely not. As he ascended to the sky, he had already adjusted the axe gun in his hand to a perfect angle.
"Say goodbye to your ass, Manus!"
