Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!-Chapter 393 - 357 Embrace the battle!

"Tch!" Franca’s brows furrowed, a fierce aura covering her dainty face.

She thought it truly disgusting for someone to align with demons yet still consider themselves human.

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Without any further ado, Franca tossed her longsword and charged in.

Facing humans who had fully dedicated themselves to demons, Franca held no sympathy like that she had for common sufferers.

Only complete destruction was the sole method to deal with such creatures.

The sword’s edge was ice-cold; it surrounded the towering deep red body, with sword light instantly unfolding like a chaotic and shimmering orb of light.

The fine Sword Qi made even Bai E, who stood at a certain distance, feel as if sharp blades were skimming over his skin, yet it struggled to break through the defenses of the demon prince’s bloodthirsty magic sword.

Any creature of great size appeared to move slowly in contrast, but the opponent did not need particularly precise techniques or transformations to block the attacks from Franca.

After all, the slightest of movements was enough to seal off most angles of Franca’s assault.

Occasionally, within the clashes of the two swords, the overwhelming power and terrifying battle will emanating from the bloodthirsty magic sword proved extremely troublesome for Franca.

"Clang!"

As the sword imbued with Spiritual Energy clashed with the magic sword, the trembling force reverberated back to Franca’s wrist, also transmitting the will of the Spiritual Energy.

The surging battle intent nearly drowned Franca’s senses in an instant, even stirring her blood to surge and heat to rise.

Biting her tongue tip brought a flash of pain.

Franca shook her head, her gaze clearing once again.

She was aware of the harm demons posed and from the onset, her Spiritual Energy was in a state of resistance. Read exclusive adventures at novelbuddy

The physical struggle and the mental clash with Spiritual Energy will made her weary.

Franca, who had slightly retreated, crouched down, looking at her opponent with solemn eyes, reversing her grip on the sword from her waist to behind her, brewing up a sword technique imbued with Spiritual Energy.

Sword Technique — Arcane Slash!

"Whoosh!" With a swing of the longsword, a crescent-shaped milky Sword Qi instantly swept forth, distorting and slicing through space wherever it passed.

"Pfft!" The bloodthirsty magic sword moved instinctively to block, but was shaken back by the sharp Sword Qi.

For the first time, the demon stepping out from the blood pool onto the material earth retreated involuntarily.

"Not bad!" the demon prince, looking at a notch that had been made on his sword, nodded in approval, as if he had finally acknowledged his opponent.

"Your strength is not bad, but it’s not pure enough."

"Buzz!" The wild greatsword swung, abruptly smashing towards Franca.

The magic sword, much larger than her entire body, loomed like a mountain peak, its heavy shadow rushing through the air towards her.

Franca, knowing her strength was far inferior, dodged with a light leap, yet that only marked the beginning of the relentless pursuit.

"Woo~"

"Woo~"

The greatsword tore through the air, making a woeful sound as if countless souls were wailing within it, accompanied by a booming noise resonant of a demon god.

"Calculations, techniques, weaknesses, influences before and after a battle, predictions of the outcome... You humans think of too much in combat!"

"Battle should be pure, throwing oneself entirely into the fight itself!"

"Like this! Like this!"

"Woo!"

"Woo!"

"Woo!"

The raging greatsword kept striking at Franca, driving the petite figure towards an inevitable dead end.

"Come on! Face me! With your sword! With your will!"

With battle intent assailing her, Franca bit her lip.

The demon’s corrosion of humans was multifaceted; it seemed as though the enemy was simply resorting to spiteful verbal onslaughts, but the influence from the demon, through these words and actions, incessantly attacked Franca’s mind, much like proclamations of Spiritual Energy.

If she truly fell to the temptation described by the enemy, she would be close to falling into demonic influence.

But, just... just...

Franca clutched the longsword in her hand tightly.

Resisting the battle would mean failing to match the opponent.

Embracing the battle would make her susceptible to the demon’s seduction.

These demons that ruled wars truly lived up to their name.

A silver shadow flashed silently in the periphery of her vision—a thick, circular staff appeared to have struck without notice.

"Boom!"

The collision between the magic sword and the iron staff echoed across the sky.

The wave of wind from the impact brushed through Franca’s hair, and even though she was somewhat prepared, the shock of the collision still involuntarily rattled her.

Following the thick staff back to its origin, at the other end, which was getting thinner, stood Bai E, holding the slender end of the staff with one hand.

"Thump thump thump!" The towering, blood-red figure couldn’t stop itself from stumbling back several steps.

"Good, good, good!" The demon prince, who couldn’t help but recede a step while holding the magic sword, stretched his mouth widely in an extreme excitement, "Besides the Blood God, you’re the warrior I admire the most!"

The fighting style was sufficiently brutal and direct, and though it also contained the inevitable calculations of humanity, the ability to immerse oneself completely in the battle was satisfying enough.

He sensed a kindred spirit from the other; perhaps this was a faithful elect that the true god could favor, and it’s possible that the true god’s gaze had already fallen upon the individual.

"So, was it really you who dealt with the Blood God?" Bai E calmly looked at the demon prince, observing his seemingly distorted face that still retained many human features—