Chapter 771
Swoosh! Crash—
A blazing violet arc, jagged like a saw blade, came flying in and carved diagonally into the demon’s ashen neck.
It tore through the dark crimson whirlwind the creature unleashed, swatted aside the incoming membrane wings with the sheer force of the Willful Grasp, and finally reached its target.
Of course, that meant Ian’s charge lost some speed.
Crunch…
That was likely why the black sword failed to cleave through the demon’s upper body. Ian tightened his grip on the hilt, but the blade’s momentum was already bleeding away.
"--------!"
At that moment, the demon spread its four pairs of membrane wings wide and let out a tearing shriek. The chaotic vibrations carried in the sound wave rattled Ian and refracted outward in all directions.
It’s been screaming its damn head off this whole time!