After fighting for a while, his mana was significantly depleted, and Perlman had lost a considerable amount of life, leaving them both weakened.
Continuing like this, indeed, he would not be able to outlast him.
Even if Perlman's berserk state was forced to end, Perlman would still have mana, but Lanci would be out of mana and would still be defeated.
However, it didn't matter.
He felt it was about time to decide the victor.
"Tata, don't worry about me, give it your all!"
Lanci communicated mentally.
In a moment unnoticed by anyone.
Orange light feathers were scattered in the stormy night, and a girl like a celestial spirit among flowers was already standing mid-air.
It was a long moment that seemed like eternity had descended.
Her dress was elegant, her figure graceful, carrying a faint scent of flowers, with an angelic face, yet without a trace of a smile.