268 Chapter 268: Philips defea (1/2)

Even though Andrew knew his chances of beating this young paladin is slim, he still couldn't back out from the battle. Derik has always been more than a brother to him, in his own opinion, Derik was like his own father, someone he always looked up to. Someone he wanted to catch up to and surpass if he were to back down right now and here, how will he be able to greet Derik when he returns.

”I will rather die than retreat!” Andrew muttered and his aura shot up rapidly.

Darkness magic, shadow blade!

With a roar, the shadow beneath everyone's feet vanished and gathered around Andrew's right hand, taking the form of a black longsword with silver runes on it. His red eyes turned black the next moment and a strong gust of wind gathered around him.

”Let's end this!” Andrew roared and shot towards the young paladin abruptly.

His body flashed and appeared right in front of the young paladin, hacking down at him with his black blade.

Peng!

The young paladin remained calm in this situation and took a step back to balance himself properly, before swinging his magic broadsword at the black blade.

Boom!

The shockwave that occurred from this attack pushed everyone four hundred meters around them away, the ground beneath their feet shattered and the bronze realm oracles were blown away ruthlessly by the shockwave.

”Die!” The young paladin roared and his broadsword released a golden glow, shattering the black blade in Andrew's hands.

Andrew was pushed back and he lost his footing, falling back in the process.

Puff!!!!

The massive broadsword dug through Andrew's chest sticking out of his back. He spurted out a large out of blood and his eyes rolled back and his consciousness began to fade.

”Hehehe… Die with me” Andrew chuckled slyly and another shadow blade began to gathering in his right hand once again. He raised his hand, planning to strike again but the young paladin didn't give him a chance.

”Crazy bastard!” the young paladin roared and pushed the blade even deeper, dragging Andrew off the ground and into the air. His eyes showed signs of fear since he didn't expect Andrew to struggle this much.

”Are all the disciples of the death mage this crazy?” He asked Andrew who was currently holding the hilt of the sword while spitting out blood repeatedly.

”Hehehe…. I'm the most reasonable amongst the five… wait till you meet the others!” Andrew laughed for the last time before he stopped struggling.

”Andrew!!!”

Philips enraged voice shook the skies and a demonic figure with a pair of bat-like wings and a pair of horns soared through the battlefield, heading straight for the paladin. His body was shrouded in black flames and his blood-red eyes glowed fiercely, his scream alerted the other three and four figures hastily moved towards the paladin's location, not bothering to kill anyone at all.