"I never expected that after the battle eleven thousand years ago, I, Panisa, did not perish alongside the King, yet now, eleven thousand years later, I will still die in this city."
As if expressing a final regret, Panisa, with only his head remaining, coldly spoke to Reiger.
"Before I die, I will surely relish the look of despair on your face."
"Look forward to it."
"Anticipate your own final fate."
Accompanying Panisa's words, the massive power formed from the blood ritual by burning most of his body ascended into the sky like a blood mist, forming a black vortex there.
Within the vortex, a terrifying aura akin to a primal beast emanated, as if brewing some great terror, instantly provoking a fierce reaction from everyone present.
"Ah!"
Seeing Panisa's successful blood ritual, Bikamo shouted and without a second thought, turned around and fled.
"Roar!"
