Chapitre 367: Should end this quickly

Aizel's clones pursued Maximine mercilessly across the battlefield. Their lightning-like pupils narrowed as they approached the evasive dark elf.

Maximine, with an infuriated grin, jeered, "Is this the best you can do, Aizel? Pathetic!"

Aizel, his voice resolute, retorted, "You'll soon find out what I can do!"

Maximine was aware that he required an exit strategy. By muttering an incantation, he summoned the darkness and held it in his hands.

With a sinister grin, he unleashed a spell. A dense blanket of darkness shrouded him, and he was no longer there.

The clones looked around in confusion for a second before locating their intended victim. Maximine, though, had escaped and was preparing a counterattack.

Maximine, hiding in the shadows, unleashed a swarm of shadowy tentacles. Each one reached out to attack a random clone. His evil cackle resounded through the fog as clone after clone met their end.

*Tsk* Aizel sneered.