Chapter 1866

With his pupils glowing like lightning, Thorold licked the blood from his lips and directed a fierce grin at Severin. "Time for you to die!" he shouted, darting right toward Severin. The fluctuations produced by his aura as a level nine royal saint unleashed a terrifying wave of energy, shattering the shield that maintained balance outside the arena. Ferland was momentarily stunned by the sudden development, as the shield was incredibly important to prevent the spectators from getting hurt. Fortunately, he snapped out of his senses right away and promptly redeployed the shield to ensure that everyone else was safe. The shield's near-collapse elicited horror from many spectators. "Is this Thorold's true strength?" "Even the shield deployed by a supreme saint from the Grandiuno Sect is crumbling under the pressure!" "Severin's life is in danger." "Yeah. It's almost certain that Severin will suffer defeat. Thorold's Thunderbolt Constitution was very formidable to begin with, and he