"So you were just manipulating the Blood Demon in battle, using her as a puppet. That's why you can't attack at the same time."
"She is my sword!"
"You're just using her as a sword?!" This time, Philsa only summoned one sword to engage in close combat with the red blade.
Wielding a greatsword with both hands, Red Blade completely overwhelmed Philsa, who was wielding only a single sword, and relentlessly slashed at him. Crimson fury erupted from Red Blade.
Felsa dodged the greatsword's trajectory using only his hearing, calculating his counterattack opportunity. At that moment, he abandoned dodging and instead used his fragile ice sword to block the greatsword's attack, freeing his right hand to deliver an elbow strike to his opponent's cheek.
Both sides therefore took a step back.
Red Blade, focused on his attack, hadn't anticipated the sneak attack of the elbow strike and was momentarily stunned—and in that instant, Philsa seized the opportunity to counterattack. He pivoted on his right foot, turned around, and used the momentum to slash diagonally at Red Blade's abdomen with his sword.
Just as Philsa thought he had secured victory, he was met with a wave of blood. The Blood Witch teleported between them. He struck the Blood Demon, but the Blood Demon used her sword to send him flying.
"She is my shield too! Sword and shield, this is the perfect combination."
Philsa adjusted her posture to avoid falling to the ground in a disheveled manner, and after regaining her balance, she wiped the blood that had seeped from the wound on her cheek.
The master only uses her for offense or defense, letting her fight head-on when necessary, while the master himself stays on the sidelines;
And when the master is in danger, he pulls her to shield him so that he can escape disaster. Is this what is called perfect cooperation? Philsa felt that such a pace was a disgrace to the word "cooperation".
According to Hongren, his lover forged the sword with his own flesh and blood.
Then her soul should reside in the sword from then on.
The Blood Witch who appears now is likely the manifestation of her soul.
Based on this assessment, Red Blade is using the soul of his lover to fight, both to attack and to defend himself.
Philsa realized that he would rather be half-dead than use the power of the vortex, which would probably consume Sherry's soul. Red Blade was truly different from himself.
However, at this moment, Firsa no longer had the energy or time to refute these claims.
He took another step forward, his movements somewhat unsteady, the sharp pain in his lower abdomen and the injury he couldn't ignore. If the battle continued like this, the outcome would be decided.
He didn't know if he had the stamina and willpower left to unleash the demonic blood, but if he didn't break the deadlock soon, he would collapse before his companions could arrive. Even if Sherry woke up, she might not have the strength to fight immediately.
"I must wait for them to arrive no matter what, and I must live until then!" he thought, his mind made up.
Taking a desperate gamble is the last resort.
The aurora on my body began to sway until it burned intensely.
Let the demonic blood boil, even though it's a boiling without temperature.
The limbs begin to lose all sensation of pain, as if they are being pulled together by invisible threads.
At this point, before his eyes, darkness gradually turned into a dark gray shadow. Mr. St. Fess was right; Philsa showed signs of "opening his eyes."
That was probably a symptom of his demonic blood going berserk; he had sacrificed himself to his inner demon.
This is a desperate gamble. Even if we win, we don't know when we'll stop.
Perhaps if he stopped, his life would stop too, and he would wither away as his magic faded. He didn't care about any of that; he was determined to live until the moment he reunited with the awakened Sherry, even if it meant dying afterward.
However, just as the demonic blood was about to erupt.
2. In the next instant, everything in front of Philsa began to change drastically.
A thin, emerald-green mist dispelled the dark gray shadows before my eyes.
At the same time, Philsa sensed a new magical aura approaching the battlefield.
Red Blade commanded the Blood Demon to attack the mutating Philsa—and at that very moment, he noticed the air solidify. It wasn't the Blood Demon's aura that solidified, but the air itself.
Then a fierce wind howled around them, dispersing the scent of blood.
The wind began to move with terrifying speed the moment the demonic breath arrived.
The gale dispersed the blood aura—or more accurately, countless wind blades sliced through it.
Red Blade discovered that the aura of blood around him had been replaced by a thin, emerald mist.
Philsa regained his senses; it was the return of the person who restored them. He sensed the aura of the vortex; there was no mistake!
Sherry has awakened and arrived at this crucial moment to assist Philsa in the battle! Although he could not see Sherry's figure, he could indeed sense the resurrected breath of the vortex.
Red Blade could barely make out the person approaching through the fog.
Although she was surrounded by a curtain of wind, making her figure indistinct, she still shocked him beyond belief: "What... what is this?"
Moreover, affected by the vortex of wind, the Blood Demon adopted a defensive stance for the first time, trembling with its lingering subconsciousness, as if facing an absolutely formidable enemy.
Philsack suppressed the urge to call out to Sherry; the most important thing right now was to face the enemy, though he paid no attention to why the enemy was shocked.
The source of the wind—Shirley's figure was surrounded by demonic energy, floating behind him. This was the only thing he could confirm.
"Come on! The real battle is about to begin!"
Before he could finish speaking, the Shadow of the Wind immediately released an even stronger demonic aura.
Sherry originally also had magic runes, and when her magic runes released energy, they would cause the Divine Wind Barrier to spread out, enveloping the battlefield in the form of a thin emerald mist.
Sherry's strength is comparable to that of Priscilla, the first inheritor of the Wind Vortex Power, and the Wind Vortex is even stronger at this moment.
A thin mist was everywhere. The divine wind merged with the mist. Within the barrier, Philsa found himself surrounded by lush greenery, and could even make out some shadows.
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