Dismal canyon, dilapidated, everything inside is precarious, and the rampant storm in mid-air makes the whole canyon seem to fall into an apocalypse.
"Locked on!"
Under the blazing flames in the sky, Wyatt Barnes wielded the Seven Apertures Exquisite Sword, its blade light bursting forth, breaking through the threads and Alejandro Wind within the tornado, aimed at the Blood Skeleton assassin in the center, while his gaze locked onto the lethal point between the assassin's brows.
"Quite capable to actually reach here..."
Seeing that Wyatt's purple robes were shredded mostly by the Alejandro Wind driven by the tornado, leaving him covered in wounds, yet still able to approach, the Blood Skeleton assassin was somewhat surprised.
"But now... it all ends here."
The Blood Skeleton assassin's lips curled into a cold smile, as his hands opened wide, the threads shook abruptly and whistled towards Wyatt.
