The cracks across Yabolun's cheeks twitched and opened, one half spewing vicious curses, the other proclaiming sacred words of judgment upon sin.
He paid no heed to the long-armed giant palm slamming toward him. Ignoring the more than threefold difference in size, he charged forward without hesitation.
With overwhelming speed, the figure wrapped in a black Father's Robe crashed straight into the central chest area of the ugly Demon ahead, whose chest had already been pierced through. His entire body became a sharp blade, delivering an even more brutal slash through the Demon's chest wound. He passed straight through it, tearing open its chest and abdomen from front to back.
The creature still managed to let out a distorted howl of agony. Its vitality—or rather, its sheer persistence of existence—was truly formidable.
Yabolun did not spare the thing behind him another glance. There was no point.
Yet reality soon proved that his forceful breakthrough had not meant much either.
Ronan had indeed vanished, completely disappearing from the range of his perception.
Had he left? Or was he still here, hidden behind layers of Space-Time Barriers, watching him?
Yabolun finally turned around. Behind him, raging Blood Flame was burning. The Demon whose chest and abdomen had been pierced was melting within the flames, yet it still struggled to twist its head around amid its roars.
But that was as far as it got.
Blood Flame surged from its shell and rapidly spread to its head. From every opening in its ugly face, bloody light erupted, cutting off its howls and warping the massive creature into something even more grotesque.
Yabolun knew what this thing was.
Over the past few months, this long-armed giant ape with its ugly face and rotten mouth had practically become the legendary "symbol of the New Plane."