Where did this sky-descended macho come from!?
The Black Shadow Man felt a tremendous sense of oppression from Dal's sword, a feeling... just like facing Eliphas!
No, no, he had never seen his own Captain display such a naked killing intent as Dal, an intent free from any other emotions, purely desiring to kill and draw blood!
More crucially, the Black Shadow Man's reaction speed couldn't dodge now!
With a Wolf Jump landing, Dal swung the blade, flicking off the Black Shadow Man's black bodily fluids staining the Fran Greatsword, without any change in facial expression.
And behind him, the Black Shadow Man, along with the mask, was split in two, the once nimble and writhing body frozen like a statue at the spot.
Is it dead?
"Dal, buddy, it's not dead yet, finish it off!" Luluwo shouted.
"I'm younger than you."
Dal swiftly turned and slashed the Black Shadow Man horizontally into Gojo Satoru, then added a few more cuts, totally smashing it into scattered pieces.
