When Dante stood up and shook the rubble off his body, a drop of blood trailed down from his forehead to his lips.
His eyes were sharpened with ferocity while glaring at the necromancer, and right as he clenched his fists, Netherius continued his onslaught of attacks on him.
Numerous bone spikes rained down on the battlefield, which looked as if it had been carpet bombed with all the destruction that surrounded them.
Dante understood that he would have to use every single ounce of power he could muster if he wanted to defeat Netherius, and even then, he wasn't sure he would be able to finish the job.
As he held onto his scythe and waved it to the side, a massive arch of black flames was shot straight at his opponent.
Netherius easily avoided taking damage by creating a large shield made of bones, but it gave Dante the perfect opportunity to approach since the shield slightly blocked his vision.
