CHAPTER 982
Unaware that Grey had returned to their world, the others continued to fight with every ounce of strength they possessed.
On the frontlines, Alba, Killian, Brook, and the rest of the Crimson Lotus Clan—though scattered across different sectors—were being steadily overwhelmed by the sheer size of the army.
Yet, they resisted with unyielding defiance.
Especially Alba and Killian, the undisputed blades of the clan.
They were tearing through the opposition as if the men were made of nothing more than paper.
Even though he was visibly injured and growing weary, Killian maintained a manic grin.
"You get a flame slash," he smirked, hauling his crimson blade through the air.
A roaring arc of fire followed, tearing a deep, cauterized gash across the chest of an attacker.
"... You get a flame slash too!"
Swooosh—!
The torso of another fighter was torn wide open.
"And you get a flame slash too," he chuckled.
