Between Righteous and Evil

The saint was so angry he actually started laughing uncontrollably, his laughter shaking the heaven and earth, sending spatial ripples that blasted into the defensive formation in the distance.

A faint sheen of crimson aura shrouded Leonardo's figure, protecting him from the stray fluctuations. He had to admit that this person was truly powerful, his dense essence energy touching the borders of space when excited.

"All saints, go and hunt down those dogs! Leave this pretty thing to me!"

His voice boomed through the battlefield, killing intent blazing in his eyes. He was truly enraged now, but he wouldn't bend down or take a step back for the sake of some psycho-maniac. He reached out toward the distant commanding tent as a faint humming sound echoed from its depth.