Daru locked eyes with the mythical spawn for a second and a half as his momentum and strength, together with the seemingly even clash, kept him in the air.
He then pushed himself back, skidding to a halt a few meters from where he had lunged.
[-3]
The exchange wasn't as equal as it appeared on the surface.
Meanwhile, Kazuraga momentarily ignored Daru, glancing at where Lothara had been.
The slippery little gray had survived again.
"MEGHEKHEK…" the satyr cackled, patience thinning as he stepped to the side without even looking, dodging the moonlit blur that came shooting at him from behind with murderous intent.
Ae'shkar's C-tier sword skill was avoided just like that.
Clearly, Kazuraga was leagues above everyone here, both literally and in terms of experience in combat.
Who knows how many life-and-death battles the mythical spawn had in the past seven, almost eight decades of its existence in the Myriad Sword Realm?
