Swoosh!
Without hesitation, Bachi unleashed the demonic spear. The massive weapon tore through the air with terrifying speed, leaving a trail of distorted space behind it as it raced toward Damian.
The force contained within that attack was enough to pierce through mountains, tear apart divine barriers, and reduce lesser demigods into nothing more than scattered ash. Bachi had expected a direct clash. He expected Damian to meet the attack with his Devil Lance and allow their powers to collide in a battle of brute force.
Instead, Damian's eyes turned cold.
Bathin: Space Control!
The space beneath Damian's feet suddenly twisted.
It felt as though the ground itself had been pulled away from him, dragging his body through a narrow fold in reality.
