Bab 906: Death

Over a hundred peculiar blade techniques melded with the spread out crimson domain, causing the space around to follow the blade work. In an instant, there was nothing but flashes of blades, almost like the entire space was a dance floor. It was completely pressuring that Rothwell Mane. While pressuring him, it shrank more, the blade work condensed on him too.

Rothwell Mane was trapped within!

It was almost like he was trapped in a little house, and was being slashed at by large amounts of blade flashes!

This technique from Time scribbles didn't have a name, Messy Void was a name he gave it himself.

"Hahaha…"A loud laugh resounded. Rothwell Mane stood his ground, almost as though he was admiring David's performance.

"Rise!"