บท 826: Your Own Terms, Ourami's Flaw?

Hakros drew his fist back and unleashed a devastating punch that caused the surrounding space to ripple and briefly distort.

At the same time, Izroth's Sword of the Storm was on a direct path towards the right side of Ourami's neck.

As Hakros' fist approached, Ourami lifted his left hand and held out his palm to intercept the blow.

Simultaneously, the pillar's metallic-like tail moved swiftly to deflect Izroth's sword strike!

...

Somewhere on the battlefield in the Fourth Heart of the World...

Swoosh!

An elegant blade swept across a member of the serpent ancient race as a stream of cherry blossoms drifted in the air around it.

Thump!

The ancient race's body fell to the ground as the blade was returned to its sheath.

"There seems to be no end to them," Sychia said to herself as she released a small sigh and sheathed her blade.