This reckless way of fighting made the present King Race members terrified.
They wanted to go forward to assist, but the two figures locked in battle were like primitive beasts, attacking with such fervor that they couldn't distinguish friend from foe. Before they could approach, an invisible sharp aura had already shaved the skin off their shoulders, leaving bleeding marks.
"Stay back, you're going to die," Angelina glanced at the cats, saying indifferently.
Belisa separated from her; this humanoid beast began to assess the opponent, while Angelina was also sizing her up.
First, they walked slowly, then gradually sped up, and finally started sprinting towards each other, the Double-Bladed Spear and the Lance dragging along the ground, sparking all the way.
