Accompanied by an eerie and gloomy aura, the pitch-black flames devoured all the light they touched as they descended to the ground. Their heat was comparable to Hellfire, a 9th Circle magic that would simply burn the opponent with flames surpassing the concept of temperature. And as for their size? They were so huge that they could completely engulf the entire forest.

"Tch." Davey clicked his tongue, his teeth gritting fiercely when he saw the descending Breath evaporate the huge amount of mana he had sent out from his outstretched hand.

The power of Breath was truly amazing. No, it was far more than he expected.

It didn't matter if Shane Scrift had died a long time ago. In the first place, this guy's lifespan and life recovery were on a completely different level from his. Among all the mythical beasts under Shane, he was hailed as the King of the Mythical Beasts. Basically, this bastard would only grow stronger over time.

After carefully observing the opponent, Davey judged that they weren't using their entire power in the fight. Simply put, they were in a very disadvantageous situation. However, it was no laughing matter to see a weakened being like the guy in front of him possess such powerful firepower.

Grit, grit, grit…

Reina's legs screamed from the overwhelming pressure that suddenly appeared. With her pale face, she alternated her gaze between the Breath weighing down on them and the surrounding area.

Of course, Breath wouldn't...