The mental realm collapsed, and Davis found himself struck by the desolate heavenly spear.
However, he regained consciousness first, and his eyes turned crimson.
'Grand Chaos Crimson Body!'
His blonde hair turned crimson, and his sapphire eyes also turned the same. His body turned liquid like a water spirit completely as he easily slipped out of the spear and threw a crimson-black palm, engulfing the Twelve-Winged Seraphim Ancestor in a sea of blood.
The injury in his stomach was like it was never there, remnant desolate heavenly energy swallowed up by the sheer amount of vitality swirling in his body.
With one hand gesturing a sign and the palm clenching, Davis's pupils dilated as his eyes went wide.
"Die!"
The blood surged within the sphere like a tidal wave converging on itself.
