In that instant, Wind Queen sensed the shift in Brand's thoughts. "Don't listen to its insane rambling, Brand." She hurriedly called out to warn him.
But Brand had only felt his heart stir for a moment before he snapped back. "Resurrection?" He sneered. "You mean Transformation into a Demon—but Antitina does not need that kind of ending!"
His Sword thrust down.
But just then, a spark of cold light tore through the curtain of rain and shot toward him.
A streak of silver, drawing near from afar, struck precisely against Brand's descending Sword Blade. With a clear ring, the Earth Sword was knocked aside, missing the Magic Gem on Messika's chest by a hair's breadth as it stabbed down.
"Aow!"
The Hell Demon King let out another miserable scream. From today onward, this was probably the unluckiest day it had suffered since its birth. A dignified Underworld King, yet its life now hung by a thread like a pig or a dog, trampled on at will by others.
