Orsaga did not know much about things on the technological side.
Nor did he have much interest in learning about them right now.
Whether it was magic or technology, the processes might differ, but the effects they achieved would not differ much in essence.
In the end, it all came down to different paths leading to the same destination.
While standing still and unable to move, the lizardman had evaded his attack.
Since the lizardman before him had not used some spatial method like hiding in cracks between space or phase shifting, the range of methods available to him had narrowed considerably.
As long as he eliminated them one by one and figured out what method the other party had used to evade his attacks, Orsaga would have a way to kill him outright.
It was not as though he had no way of dealing with him now.
The simplest method would be to freeze him with spatial confinement, but Orsaga did not want to finish him off so easily. This was the first time he had been wounded in a sneak attack. Unless he skinned the other party alive, he did not think his anger would subside.
Though the other party had never spoken, as a Demon, he could clearly sense the negative emotions emanating from him.
That was the scent possessed only by sentient beings, never something an object like a puppet could produce.
The tail behind him shot out, instantly piercing through the other party's body, yet Orsaga still did not feel any solid substance, as if he had merely struck a clump of air.
Through both his vision and his perception of this space, he could clearly determine that the other party's body was right there and had not evaded him through techniques such as visual