He laughed, a low, dangerous sound that rattled the air and echoed across the battlefield.
"You guys aren't half bad. Bring it on."
The ground trembled beneath them as shattered energy and lingering aura swirled like a storm, warping the air. The fight had escalated to a terrifying new level.
Yura lashed out, fists glowing with crimson red vital flow. THUD! THUD! THUD!
Neraxis blocked each strike, parrying expertly, before thinking Yes… that's the opening.
From the sky, Toura Oni descended. THUD! Her staff slammed into Neraxis' head, forcing him backward.
Her attacks… it feels like Shires Drax. Am I… is she damaging my soul? Neraxis thought, a flicker of unease crossing his eyes.
THUD! Another strike hit the ground, cracks spiderwebbing outward as Neraxis staggered again.
He grinned, almost activating his mirror shards, but SWISH! A slash tore across his chest, carving a deep wound. Kozuki Toya moved with absolute lethality, voice calm, dark, and dangerous.
"This is soon going to be over."
The world sees them as SS-grade… nope. They're beyond it, Neraxis thought, stepping back to reassess. Seraphine Voss awaited him like a silent predator.
With a sudden motion, she touched him, and in an instant, his VF and vital arts were disabled—for 1 minute and 30 seconds. Neraxis didn't anticipate it.
He tried pouring VF into his fists. Nothing. He attempted a strike, but it failed.
What… what is this? His four eyes, those 2000-year-old sensors of vital force, began to glitch. Did she erase my VF? No… this is impossible… this has never happened before…
Shock and disbelief flickered across his expression for the first time in millennia. The battlefield fell eerily silent for a heartbeat, the hunters' combined presence proving too overwhelming—even for the devil himself.