Chapter 117: Enjoy him, Doom.
Meanwhile...
Black liquid splattered on the red surface they were standing on, creating scriptures each time, forming what looked like a sentence. Yet, that little detail was nothing compared to the fierce battle between Mikel and all these black figures being born out of his own anima.
"Die! Die! Die!" Everest screamed as he flung his arms forward from below, each time another shadowy figure rising and charging at Mikel. "Dieee!!!"
SPLASH!
His breath hitched as the thick black fluid splashed onto him.
Everest stood motionless, his eyes wide as he gazed at the monster standing meters from him. Despite all the monsters he had created with every breath, Mikel was still standing.
Slowly, the last standing shadowy figure, which Mikel held in his grip, disappeared after its head was squashed with one hand.
"How..." Everest’s mind buzzed for a second, unable to comprehend what had just happened.
Every single shadow he summoned had once been a person offered to him in this ritual. They may have acted on his command, but their skills and strength should have at least matched Mikel’s. Yet, it felt more like a one-sided battle — a massacre.
Crack... crack...
Everest turned his head at the cracking sound, only to see the broken Sabel trying to get up. However, with every bone in her body twisted and broken, all she could do was tremble with every attempt. Worse, she was not regenerating, despite her body being fake.
His pupils constricted as he set his eyes back on Mikel. As Mikel flung his arms, making the black fluid splash on the red surface, Everest realized one thing.