Chapitre 150: Monstrous Lord Asher

Rumble!

Thunder rumbled in the skies as the downpour became increasingly heavier, yet it didn't stop Asher, who hovered in the sky, inside a ball of wind.

"Filthy abyys beasts." 

He spat. Everyone could hear three different voices; two were male and one was feminine.

Asher shot forward; the wind ball moved him at a speed beyond what the eyes could follow and he unleashed a single cut that took down all the arms. They were as soft as butter before the saint-grade sword in his hand!

Asher just discovered this sword wasn't a sacred-ranked weapon but a saint-ranked weapon! 

The mezmerizing blade seemed to have water within. 

The mage sent the vines carrying rocks but Asher only waved his hand as an eastwind came from nowhere and slammed the vines aside. 

All of a sudden, the man that was high up flew down so fast that it seemed as if he teleported.