Chapter 18

  The demons didn’t wait a second longer. They dashed towards Rillian Adore and Drakkel.

  Drakkel and Rillian Adore separated, with Drakkel heading towards the left side of the field and Rillian Adore taking the right.

  The five demons followed Drakkel while the masked figure went after Rillian Adore.

  As Rillian Adore and the masked figure fought, Rillian Adore actually had to step back a few paces. His Sword Skills were all dodged and his attacks were easily parried.

  Meanwhile, Drakkel dodged most of the attacks of the demons as he was unable to parry them. When he got close, he would hit them with sword energy-infused attacks, but these attacks weren't strong and couldn't kill them. In the end, he was only able to knock them unconscious.

  With three still rotating around him, he was beginning to feel tired.

  His breathing quickened as the flow of his sword energy around his body weakened.

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  Suddenly, Rillian Adore yelled, “I’ll take away the evidence! You hold them off!”

  He used his sword step to jump over the barrier of trees surrounding the sword’s clan, heading in the direction of the mountain range that separated Lunala Isle and Waning Crescent.

  The masked figure and one of the three demons attacking Drakkel followed him.

  But Drakkel’s sight began to blur and the two demons left advanced towards him.

  His body wobbling, he prepared to fight them off when waves of sword energy sped past him and hit them, killing them instantly.

  Figures dressed in black and blue robes took their places next to him.

  He managed to force out, “...Help… Rillian… He’s… He’s being pursued… by more d…” He pointed a shaky hand in the direction that he saw Rillian Adore head in and four blue and black-robed figures followed.

  Unable to hold his body up anymore he fell to the ground, propping himself up with one knee.

  His vision was now blurry.

  “Senior, Drakkel?” A voice asked from the side. The familiarity of the voice caused Drakkel’s heart to skip a beat.

  Then he fell sideways, his vision drifting in and out. He felt someone slightly shift his clothing at his shoulder.

  Another person cried, “It really is him! Senior Drakkel! Don’t worry, we’ll…”

  Drakkel’s surroundings faded into the distance and everything went black.