Chapter 501: Demigods

The Black Swordsman spun about, a whirlwind of death and black blades. Even my Celestial Guardians were forced to jump back or suffer messy deaths. Paying no heed to the storm of violence, we unleashed elemental energies, spells of all flavors bombarding the vicious Black Swordsman.

To his credit, however, the Black Swordsman fended each and every spell or attack, his sword flashing out. An obsidian gleam in the maelstrom of fury, he perfectly deflected each elemental spell and strike with precise movements. His defense was flawless and impenetrable.

At least that was the impression I received, until I saw blood drip onto the ground. Despite his best efforts, even the Black Swordsman couldn't intercept every spell or attack. Several had rammed home, scorching his armor and somehow penetrating his protection. Probably a spell found a chink in his armor and burrowed within, cutting deeply into the fragile flesh underneath.