Two Hundred and Fourteen.

It was an intense fight, the Dark Lord had suffered a really great hit and he didn’t need a soothsayer to tell him that he was really going to die if the fight went on.

His gaze lifted and Lyon’s eyes were still really red, he couldn’t see anything and was only moving on his instinct. The Dark Lord spat out blood as he held his chest.

Looking around, there was nowhere left for him to hide as Lyon had blown up everything, all the cover he could possibly have has been blown and he knew that the most reasonable thing to do at this point is to send Lyon back to his world.

“What happened to all those energy you had while you were attacking me earlier on?” Lyon taunted, he could also see that the Dark Lord couldn’t go on anymore and he’d only resorted to running.

“You called me weak and yet you’re the one running with you tail between you legs,” Lyon laughed as he walked, he didn’t need to run, he already knew that he was going to catch up with the Dark Lord.

“I really wish I could keep fig
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