Bel's cut body fell through the empty space. Purple blood sprayed everywhere. The slash came from nowhere.
It cut right through his skin and defense like they weren't there.
Somehow, even in this state, he was conscious, and he could see the result of this attack right in his mind.
[HP: 71,000 / 142,000 →142,000 / 142,000]
The two parts clamped together with a wet snap, sealing instantly.
No more blood, no delay. His body simply decided it wasn't allowed to die.
Bel stopped his fall with a strong stomp. For a moment, he stood immobile, eyes wide.
This attack coming from nowhere was the signature of the King, the King he was supposed to have slashed there.
He looked at the place he had just hit, but there was no enemy to be seen.
The King's power felt weak now... No, it was just nowhere. He had disappeared again.
He... He must have run to another layer again.
Bel gritted his teeth. So quickly? How? How did he manage?
