Arrows terrifying as black dragons reflected in his vertical, green pupils.
The Viper's mind had almost short-circuited. He had never imagined death could come so close! They were just two Third Rank rats, how could they wield such dreadful power...
Suddenly snapping back to reality, his slit pupils contracted to pinpoints. In his horror, he tried to use his Spiritual Clothes for defense, but the more urgent he felt, the more frantic he became.
Spirit Manipulation and Blood Beast contamination had left him not just physically stiff, but mentally so, frozen in place, as time seemed to slow to a crawl.
With his mouth agape and eyes wide, the black light roared over his body. His flesh visibly bloodied, disintegrated, with waves of black and golden light spreading out—
A fierce wind blew, whipping up the sand and creating dust devils, while the towering metal remains of the battleship cracked and snapped.
