Chapter 68: Blood-Soaked Demon
Darian watched the enemies closely. It was obvious their power was basically the same—only their numbers were growing.
Maybe he could still handle it, but now there really were too many, and Darian didn't have much room to move in the arena.
If he were as skilled as Niara, he'd be able to slip through any tiny opening. Unfortunately, he'd never had any training. He was learning as he fought, stumbling along the way.
A second later, he let out a frustrated huff.
Then the earth, water, wind, fire, and lightning element runes surged up around him.
He'd trust himself, trust the book, and trust his will to win.
*ROAR!*
The hundred and twenty‑five Beasts charged like a herd of elephants. Darian himself felt like a tiny ant about to be crushed.
*Whoosh!*
*BANG!!*
He used Tempest Blink, but as soon as he reappeared, an attack nailed him full‑on. He'd picked the wrong direction—but there was barely any space to choose.