Waves of blood descended towards me as if it wanted to overwrite my existence itself. Metallic mirrors spun rapidly, petrifying the waves, as I kicked the waves down to break them.

Still, it didn’t really matter how we clashed. When I reached out with my spear and reflected my Evil Eyes’ power with Dortu’s mirrors, the Crimson Hell turned to stone and broke. It also knew that it couldn’t beat me in a direct confrontation, so from the moment we met, it continued to endlessly use the one ability I had been on guard the most against: its ability to steal mana from me. Even now, as I was constantly moving my body, the Crimson Hell was doing its best to try to steal my mana.

It snarled, [Let’s see… how long you’ll last. I’m curious!]

I grinned. [That’s what I want to say!]

This was the first time I had put so much focus into Absolute Soul. If I let my guard down even for a second, the Crimson Hell would take control over the initiative. Once my mana started being stolen, it would be too late. When I fought against the SSS+ rank Mana Eater in the Panan continent, I didn’t have Absolute Soul so I had no choice but to let it steal...