"You survived Judgment Spear, how is that possible?!"
Aboli shouted, struggling to dodge Sylus's attacks.
As for Sylus, nearly half of his body was shredded to pieces, with slick black liquid oozing out, sticky and writhing as it desperately tried to knit itself back together.
A large portion of his head had also been cleaved off, strands of black matter twisting and wriggling nonstop, surging as if trying to heal as fast as possible.
And yet, despite all this, he was still alive—dragging that broken, tattered body into the air, still able to launch attacks. His wings… his wings had not suffered even the slightest damage!
Aboli didn't even dare to imagine just how powerful Sylus was, let alone picture the sight of him unleashing his Ultimate Power!
Why—why does Sylus still exist? He should have been crushed to death long ago! What were those old geezers doing, allowing such a massive threat to survive until this very day?!
