A deep greenish scythe pulsing with reddish curse energy materialised into Jin's hands.
Then he swung it with all his might, his muscles, in that split moment, screaming from the sheer force of his display.
The scythe pulsed with the reddish liquid curse energy—some of which whistled in an arc-like motion towards the constant barrages of lightning and azure flames that clashed with them constantly, causing various cataclysmic explosions to spread outward on the battlefield.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Very soon, the affinity attacks gave way to brutal exchanges of weapon attacks, the sound of weapons clashing so loud that a couple of people literally felt like they would be pulverised by the attacks of the individuals engaged in the brutal battle.
One wielded a scythe, and the other, a katana.
A paradox to most onlookers. After all, these two weapons were difficult to wield in the first place.
