With him being occupied with the annoying water blades, Seraph took the opportunity and focused his attention on the injured Elder.
"When you die, blame him for not dealing with the water blades fast enough."
His smile disappeared, and he charged at the man with killing intent in his eyes.
"Impudent! You're courting death, brat!"
Snorting, the man growled and stretched a hand forward. Flames engulfed his hand, becoming a gigantic hand that seemed to swallow Seraph's figure.
He successfully caught the white-haired young man, then smiled to himself. "Now, die."
That was when he heard a soft whisper. "Seraphim Spear: Second Form—Piercer."
Something tore from within the flaming hand and flew straight at his neck. He tried to dodge, but the blade suddenly switched target and stabbed into his heart.
"You…"
Looking at Seraph who was completely unharmed despite being engulfed by his flaming hand earlier, he felt shocked.
"How could you…?"
