Slaying the Blood Slave

Blood Slave was enraged. The idea of him submitting was absolutely impossible; he only recognized Dark Master. A furious roar erupted from his throat as the hilt of his sword exploded, turning into thousands of blood-red rays of light. The sound was deafening as it reverberated through the skies. Shadow Slave furrowed his brow in response to the assault. Instead of engaging directly, he swiftly dodged the attack.

This man was indeed skilled; Shadow Slave had learned of this during their previous encounters, and now he dared not underestimate him. Despite his lightning-fast evasion, he was still struck. In the moment of distraction, a blast of icy snow directly pierced through his shoulder, followed by a barrage of dozens of attacks.

The tide of battle slowly began to turn. Blood Slave's face twisted into a more manic smile. There was no holding back now. The crimson killing aura swept down from the sky.