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'This fiend is weird, as it used a higher form of demon energy I didn't see before. Its level of energy is way above your PSR energy, and only your soul energy used in spells could rival slightly its energy, but the expenditure rate is way faster than before.'

Ibro checked his soul sea to be surprised. In just these few minutes, his soul sea got depleted by one quarter. 

He didn't deplete his soul energy by this rate ever before. If this kept up, then he would end by losing his only weapon against this fiend.

'No, it's not only my weapon here, but I also have another weapon.'

Ibro said that not the system, but to himself as he tried to raise his morale. Ibro then started to draw a rough plan which aimed for a single goal… to keep himself alive. He then said to the system:

'I will try to escape from here, so keep trying using the teleportation function all the time, and don't forget to use the seal function.'

The system hoped for that to happen, but it knew the issue which was presented here so he asked with worry:

'What about your soul sea energy? If this keeps up then it will get depleted rapidly.'

'If one energy isn't enough, then I will use two, just be ready.'

Ibro then took a deep breath as he muttered:

'Sa Romy Dai.'

'Alfa Ta Shtoy.'

'Sa Romy Dai.'

'Alfa Ta Shtoy.'

Suddenly, two big swords appeared outside his protective spell range. Their size was much smaller than he used to have, but this didn't stop him as he started to take the stance of his strongest strike. 

Ibro's plan was simple if single energy was depleted this rapidly, and then he would support it with another form of energy. To do so, he needed to use his most powerful form of energy, the ultimatum energy. 

His PSR energy was directed towards his brain to merge with his soul sea energy forming the superior ultimatum energy, which he directed to go out throughout his hands. 

His protective spell started to change color at once forming the grayish gold color as usual. His two swords issued a high pitched cry as they were reborn again, as they started to enlarge tens of meters in length each second. 

His two huge hands which gripped the hilts of the swords got more real as they enlarged as well. 

These changed didn't complete while a strange creepy distasteful sound appeared suddenly like thunder reverberating in his ears from everywhere:

"A mere system holder like you is using our spells? Even your filthy mighty ancestors wouldn't dare to use our energy at all, and nowhere one of their filthy weak descendants is trying to use our spells. 

Hahaha, that's hilarious, don't you know the weakness of this step? You, humans, are way smaller than us, very weak… yes, you are very weak, but you dare to use our spells in front of me? 

I'm the mighty Locus fiend, the one who saw with his own eyes the fall of your mighty empire under our armies. Not bad, really it's not bad; you will get yourself killed under your energy depletion without the need for me to move a finger. 

If I knew you were this stupid, then I wouldn't take all this trouble to come here and face you, I wouldn't even have to move from my luxurious palace which I made your filthy human slaves build for me. 

Keep going on retarded filthy human, I will stay here and watch this interesting show.'

Ibro gritted his teeth from anger, as this was the sound of this fiend. Ibro tried to calm himself as he focused on using his ultimatum energy as his three spells had finished their transformations successfully. contemporary romance

At this single moment and as the echo of the fiend sound was still going around without stopping, Ibro felt the slight change in the confrontation between his spells and that endless dark green ocean around him. 

Before, his spells couldn't rival this liquid, so they kept burning out as they issued that creepy sizzling sound all the time. 

They also kept draining his soul sea energy at a rapid rate so they could sustain the pressure over them from that fiend's superior energy. 

But not, once the spells used his ultimatum energy, the upper hand was shifted at once to be in favor of his spells. The fiend's liquid energy started to sizzle in return, as it was purified under the effect of his ultimatum energy. 

This purified energy was pure white, which moved rapidly to enter Ibro's body to replenish his two energies without exception, his soul sea, and PSR energies. 

This purified energy was like a thin line of water that entered into his dry thirsty throat to make him feel energized again. 

Ibro's look changed immediately as he recalled his previous encounter with Gornat, the fiend that was inside Maya's pocket space world. 

At that confrontation, his ultimatum energy kept purifying this fiend's energy as well, so it seemed his ultimatum energy had an upper hand over the demon energy, which was good news for him. 

Ibro looked to this fiend in another view, as he was now picturing killing this fiend while upgrading his soul sea rank and increasing his PSR reserves by a lot. 

To confirm his theory, he had to use his strongest strike now, so he moved to complete the move of the sword whirlpool strike. 

His two huge swords followed his steps as they formed a huge form of a tornado that stretched from the bottom of this ocean to its unseen surface. 

On the long surface of this strike, Ibro heard a loud sizzling sound like water being vaporized once it touched a heated iron surface. 

That sound was like a symphony in Ibro's ear, as it was followed by the injection of huge amounts of pure energy into his body, half-formed PSR crystals, and the other half went to his soul sea as it replenished it. 

In mere seconds, his soul sea was filled to the brim to hear a muffled sound followed by a small shake of his soul sea; his soul sea had been upgraded by one grade. 

That all happened by the emergence of his strike alone, but as his strike started to move wreaking havoc inside this fiend's huge body his absorbed pure energy was elevated to a higher level. 

Ibro's smile was very wide, this way he didn't need to worry about keeping his life, but he needed to worry about how to use this endless purified energy that his body kept absorbing. 

If one strike caused this damage to this fiend, then why didn't he launch a second? Or a third? Ibro laughed like crazy as he said loudly:

"Do you want to bet against my low energy reserves in this fight? You moron, let's see who will die first. Sa Romy Dai. Alfa Ta Shtoy. Sa Romy Dai. Alfa Ta Shtoy."

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