Frankly speaking, the difference in strength between him and Dorian was like that between a Soul-Sucking Ghost and the Four Kings of Little Londo. If they were to truly engage in a life-and-death battle, it would probably end up nine to one.
Meaning Todd would be killed by Dorian nine times in a minute.
But now, what was he seeing? Even a master on Dorian's level was in unbearable pain from touching the Mad Fire. It looked like just a stab would be enough to kill him—of course, this was an illusion, but the fact that the other party was in pain was real.
"Mad Fire, giving even someone weak like me the power to resist..."
Resistance!
This word made the flames in Todd's eyes burn even brighter!
If he had hesitated about spreading the Mad Fire to strengthen the Divine Teaching before, he had now completely cast aside all doubts.
