The snow-white blade light illuminated the entire hall.
It was like lightning in the night sky, piercing through the Old Witch Demon's foggy mind.
Indeed, what did it matter if it was just bait? Whether it eats or not, these Young Wizards are right before its eyes. At this moment, if it continues to hesitate, these little baits are about to get away.
The blade light closed in within the Old Witch Demon's thoughts, aiming straight for the black wall behind it.
The Old Witch Demon slowly turned its neck, as if to catch a glimpse of that streak of blade light.
"Look here!"
The burly Hunting Team Leader bellowed. His muscles swelled even larger as his iron-black fist, following his roar, broke through the heavy air and forcefully smashed towards Ulysses' head.
The murky air mixed with the forceful punch became particularly sticky, as if turning into a pool of glue, slowing Ulysses' movement as he tried to turn his head.
It was just by an instant.
And at that instant.
