As his long, slender arm sliced through the air, a claw-shaped smoky wave charged out, heading towards Noah at rapid speed.
The wave ripped across the tiles, threatening to tear through Noah's flesh.
However, Noah only scoffed at it, not bothering to move away.
He extended his right arm, the brilliant golden-yellow Mana Glove pulsing with a sudden, terminal frequency that completely reset the localized atmospheric pressure of the room.
The moment the jagged claw blades of corrupted shadow smoke collided with the outer boundary of his extended palm, the attack immediately froze, its aggressive momentum instantly paralyzed in mid-air as if it had slammed into an unyielding wall, before disintegrating into thin air without leaving behind a single trace.
The demon's eyes widened, his dull white, pupilless spheres expanding to near-comical proportions as his mouth dropped open in an expression of pure, unmitigated shock.
