Blood King Tournament XI

A spear of light erupted from the heavens, descending upon Lavana like divine judgment.

It was Roman.

Despite his injuries, he had gathered every last ounce of his mana to launch one final, devastating attack.

The golden spear pierced through Lavana's chest.

For the first time, she stumbled, blood dripping from her lips.

"Got you…" Roman whispered, before collapsing from exhaustion.

Millim, having barely recovered, gasped as she saw Lavana still standing, despite the mortal wound.

Lavana laughed.

It was a slow, chilling laugh.

Then—

She grabbed the spear sticking out of her chest and ripped it out, the wound sealing itself instantly as if it had never existed.

Roman's eyes widened in horror.

Lavana grinned, her crimson eyes glowing with bloodlust.

"That was cute," she said.

Then she kicked off the ground—

And appeared right in front of Roman.

Before he could react—

Crack!