Chapter 377: Final Battle (8)
Woosh!
Before Kay even finished speaking, Zarka Hochi fiercely swung his dagger at Neil Blanc’s neck.
Ssshh...
But the blade of his weapon crumbled to ash before it could touch Neil Blanc’s throat—just like Zigra’s had against Darryl Harian.
“...!”
Kay Rothschild’s eyes widened briefly, but Zarka didn’t falter; he flexed his hand, flicking his wrist.
Swish—!
Then, sharp claws—like the talons of a bird of prey—shot out from his hand, ash-gray and seemingly laced with venom.
Crackle...! Crackle...!
When the claws touched Neil Blanc’s protective barrier, sparks of lightning flew everywhere, but this time, Zarka’s weapon didn’t disintegrate instantly.
“Not bad,” Neil Blanc observed, seemingly amused by Zarka’s persistence.