Bab 605: An Execution

CHAPTER 605

Northern's grin stretched wider, a glint of dark amusement sparking in his Chaos Eyes.

The Guardian's renewed arm flexed, its grotesque sinews pulsating with crimson energy as if mocking his assault.

Yet Northern remained unfazed, the frost swirling around him intensifying as the temperature in the chamber plummeted further.

Lieutenant Dante, despite standing far away, could see dark frost subtly spreading around his exposed hand. The cold wasn't biting or in any way beyond normal, but it spread dangerously.

'His power is dangerous...' The Lieutenant thought with a tight frown on his face.

"I wonder how long you can keep regenerating parts of your body. Looks like in a while, I'll be having a much more enjoyable battle." Northern's voice resounded with the hint of an insane glee.

The Guardian lunged again, faster this time, its hands extending into claws, slicing through the air like a storm of razors.