Black Sail

The Flying Knife’s force was like a cannonball, shooting out from Liszt’s hand, piercing through the layers of rain, and directly penetrating Doringger.

Doringger didn’t even try to dodge.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

It successively blasted his shoulder and arm, causing a sound reminiscent of metal clashing, yet the wound in his abdomen, visible to the naked eye, was quickly healing, and the body that Ernie had sliced into segments was already healed back to its original state.

Liszt understood that even with his current strength, he couldn’t defeat this monster; all he could do was hold it off, waiting for Wolman Claude to finish sweeping away the enemy forces and for Celeste and the others to return from inside the castle.

With justice’s group beating, they would wear down Doringger alive.

But before that, only he could stand against this monster; the others were no match for him alone.

Doringger took a deep, guttural breath and began his indiscriminate slaughter, as those at the Bay Shore were already exhausted and injured.

The situation had changed.

Now, it was Doringger’s lines that had completely collapsed. The first defensive line of the castle had been breached, the Sea God and the sea monsters of the Third Front were already out of the fight, and the second line led by Horace, Captain of the Dead Lord, and others was facing the prospect of annihilation.

Only Doringger alone could turn the tide and prop up the falling edifice.