บท 312: Death isn't the end... It is only the beginning.

''Gulp...'' A black-haired young man was drinking from a glass bottle, which contained some kind of green liquid; once it started traveling through his throat, his wound in his stomach was healed.

His shirt and jacket were ripped off, leaving his bare chest visible, which only moments ago had a wound, which was gushing with blood, but now the wound was healed; the only sign that he even was injured was his blood-stained pants.

Ichiro used his spear as a walking stick and slowly started walking back to the battlefield.

He didn't fly far enough to not see the battlefield anymore. First and Second Order already noticed Ichiro limping back, but they were still admiring the sight of their Supreme Leader pushing Abyss back with his powerful attacks.

Their loyalty towards their Supreme Leader has crossed boundaries of possibilities by now.

Ichiro seeing the scene, felt his heart sinking. If Abyss can't win, they both will die.