"Hoo..."
Yila exhaled softly, and the wings behind him, dark and composed of countless intertwining tendrils, gently unfurled... They were wings made of Mana, yet they didn't incite the Evil God's followers.
Ordinarily, merely gathering Mana into flames would prompt a frenzied attack from the Evil God's followers, but at this moment, Yila simply stood before them, physically blocking their path to shore.
However, Yila wasn't attacked... On the contrary, the Evil God's follower, realizing Yila was in the way, prepared to move around him.
"Compared to Mana from 'Zero-Degree Deep Cold,' the Mana of the Evil God's followers is much gentler."
Yila said this as the Mana belonging to the Evil God's follower condensed into a giant halberd in his hand. He casually impaled the Evil God's follower before him, pinning it to the ground... Dark blood spurted forth.
The tendrils of the Evil God's follower struggled, then broke off one by one, losing their life.
