"Crack!"
Another layer of golden shield shattered on cue, scattering fragments on the snowy ground, instantly swept away by the cold wind.
Kaine's face was as pale as paper, blood constantly oozing from the corners of his mouth. His black robe was already soaked with blood, and his once upright figure was slightly hunched due to severe injuries—in front of Inzaghi, who possessed the Asura Battle Physique, he, a Tier Seven Nine Stars Spiritualist with a Golden Bloodline, had no chance to resist.
"Golden Spear!"
Kaine gritted his teeth and muttered lowly, the short sword in his hand gathering the last remnants of spiritual energy, thrusting towards Inzaghi's chest in a desperate attempt to force him back and gain a moment's respite.
