He also discovered that the demonic blood did not require a rampage; the limbs remained relaxed and without pain sensation. In the divine wind, weapons felt as light as if they were weightless.
This was their first time fighting side-by-side in several years. Although Sherry was behind him, she maintained the entire barrier, allowing magic to protect Philsa in the form of a thin mist.
He can then stop worrying about defense and focus entirely on attacking.
The two relied on each other to fight in this way.
The power of the extreme ice can be further unleashed with the blessing of the divine wind.
Polar ice and wind vortexes are the true perfect match.
Philsa was also shrouded in the wind curtain. This time, he conjured a spear from ice, a weapon he was skilled with, just like his sword.
He remembered that his companion, Yug, had also loved using a spear.
So he secretly vowed that he must personally kill Hongren this time to avenge himself.
"Let me pierce your shield!"
Philsa left behind a declaration of war, his figure vanishing into the mist. Red Blade ordered Blood Demon to watch his back and guard against a sneak attack.
The wind was blowing rapidly. Red Blade stared intently ahead, only to find that there were two rips in the front of his leather armor, blood was flowing from his left arm, and he felt a sharp blade cut his abdomen.
He couldn't see who was attacking, nor could he sense the approaching demonic energy, not even for a fleeting moment.
He knew it was definitely not Philsa who did it;
But it's impossible for him to know that Red Blade himself was actually surrounded by countless wind blades.
Red Blade, no longer heeding the wounds that kept breaking, finally noticed a dark figure appearing ahead—Felsa was rapidly approaching, his spearhead aimed at taking the enemy's head.
Red Blade didn't have time to completely dodge, so he raised his right arm and instantly manipulated the Blood Demon with red light, pulling it in front of him to block the fatal blow.
"Let me pierce your shield!" Felsa's declaration suddenly echoed in Red Blade's ears. His heart skipped a beat.
The sharp ice spear pierced through the Blood Demon, sending blood and gore flying in all directions. Aside from the twin blades on its arms, the Blood Demon's body was originally formed of solidified blood, lacking any physical form.
Seeing that the Blood Shield had shattered, Hongren turned to the side with all his might. Despite his desperate efforts, the spearhead still pierced his right shoulder, leaving a deep wound that exposed bone, from which blood spurted out.
Ignoring the spear piercing his body, the Blood Demon used his will to wield his twin blades in a counterattack, slashing down towards Philsa's forehead in a cross pattern. He was focused entirely on offense, no longer considering dodging or defense.
The Shadow of the Wind still gazed upon the battle with its glowing emerald eyes, staring at the enemy, at the Crimson Blade and the Blood Demon, and at its companion, Philsa. The roar of the vortex of wind intensified once more.
The cross slash struck Felsa of Extreme Ice, undoubtedly a fatal blow. The twin blades of blood cleaved his head in two. Red Blade witnessed the attacker being killed by his own Blood Witch at such close range; this was definitely not an illusion, as an illusion could not possibly possess the same intense icy aura as the real person.
Red Blade burst into laughter, having fought a long and arduous battle; victory was finally secured.
The battle seemed to have slowed down at this moment.
What happened next truly stunned him—under the howling wind, Philsa's body, which had maintained its forward momentum, was blown away like a snowman into flying snowflakes, including the "fragments" of his head that had not yet hit the ground.
The snowflakes gathered and drifted away with the wind until they reached mid-air, where they reformed into a human shape, leaving him unharmed.
This scene marks the moment when Philsa and Sherry's side completely turned the tide, perfectly embodying the phrase "from the brink of death to the dawn of victory."
The new version of Felsa was entirely white, like a demon, wielding two blades, and charged forward again for a second fierce attack.
The Blood Witch leaped up, intending to defend herself to the death with her still-incomplete body. But this was futile; she was cleaved into a bloody pulp by the chaotic light and blades of extreme ice.
Ice Blade's speed far exceeded Blood Demon's own recovery speed, and it showed no signs of fatigue or rest. Finally, it unleashed another powerful horizontal slash, shattering the blood shield and delivering the final, fatal blow to Red Blade.
Until this final moment of the decisive battle, the thin mist gradually dissipated. Before that, the scent of blood had long since vanished.
The leader of the Midnight Slayers, covered in blood and blade wounds, collapsed to his knees, unable to rise again. He used his crimson greatsword for support to keep himself from collapsing.
But just maintaining this posture is already an exhausting effort.
“Sias…Sias…”
The stench of blood vanished. Even the fighting spirit, along with the rage, extinguished.
Even with her last breath, Red Blade continued to call out her lover's name as her life candle gradually weakened.
After a long while, Philsa confirmed that the enemy's life force had vanished and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Sherry arrived in time, bringing a decisive turning point to the battle.
Speaking of Shirley… Philsa turned around to face her directly. He wondered what Shirley would think if she saw him like this.
He could no longer see her face. Thinking of this, a nameless sorrow welled up within him.
He had to at least hold her in his arms again—that was the thought that gripped his mind as he walked toward Shirley.
Philsa was uneasy, a feeling more intense than ever before. He completely let his guard down, and before he could even be surprised, a deep gash was violently sliced open on his left shoulder.
The speed, the ferocity... the enemy is already dead by the sword, and this sneak attack clearly came from the front.
Why?
"Get away from her!"
A distant, urgent cry from Jelu broke Philsa's stunned silence. At that very instant, a burst of wind arose ahead, condensing into seven or eight sharp blades that hurtled towards Philsa.
He leaped away from his spot; if he had hesitated even for a moment longer, he would have been sliced to pieces along with the ground.
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