BANG... The Jester-Jester was greeted by a punch that sent him flying hundreds of meters away, where he came to a stop only after slamming onto the mountainside. Of course, as a demon, such damage was nothing for them.
Within a couple of seconds, it was already healed and back in front of its master.
Sharp claws jutted out of the hands of the old woman, who then proceeded to cut her hand, which had now caught the white fire thanks to helping the Jester-Jester earlier. The arm that was cut off instantly disintegrated, and a new pair of arms regenerated in place of that.
"Who told you to stay there when I clearly ordered you to get away? If not because of your ancient bloodline, I would have left you to die."
The Ninth Heavenly King spat in frustration. Though she was outwardly fuming, inwardly she was quite shocked. To be able to kill a demon without even targeting its actual body, what kinds of absurd skill would one need to have to accomplish a feat like that?
