On the crimson street shrouded in a thick fog of blood, Fangsheng, clad in battered, ferocious armor, gripped his Blood Qi-covered Knight Sword tightly with both hands. Again and again, he parried the twin blood blades of Augustrete, whose attacks fell like a torrential storm, relentlessly battering Fangsheng like a piece of eroded stone.
Meanwhile, Ian stood drawing complex, esoteric spells that left afterimages in the air, his lips moving continuously. A dazzling array of colorful spells erupted from his hands; though they looked gorgeous and powerful, they still ended up clashing and mutually destroying the crimson blades emerging from the dense blood fog!
"Clang!" Parrying another attack, Fangsheng used his injured right hand to shove her blade aside, silently chanting in his mind: *Protection!* A circular shield manifested once again, and at the same time, he conjured a scroll, struggling slightly to tear it open. But alarm bells suddenly blared in his heart, and he leaped desperately to the side!
Chapter 237