The purple flames burned the red blood.
Every time Vetaal tried to attack using blood manipulation, the purple flames devoured it, turning his attacks useless. The blood weapons melted, evaporated, or burned away before they could properly reach Kazriel.
Yet even with that disadvantage, Vetaal was still faster and physically strong.
He was still able to land some hits on Kazriel. Small cuts formed on Kazriel's arms and shoulders, but none of them were deep enough.
At the same time, Kazriel deflected almost all attacks from Vetaal with terrifying ease.
"You are still too weak, Vetaal," Kazriel said calmly. "Maybe if you were in your true form and with your true powers, you might have killed me a long time ago."
He thrust his spear forward.
Instantly, multiple spears made of purple flames formed in the air behind him and shot toward Vetaal like a storm of blazing lances.
