How Many Steps Does It Take to Turn the Second Apostle into a Spinning Top?

"Got you."

After grabbing Hilder by the neck, Fang Mo willed it, and only then did time begin flowing again.

"...Cough—urk!?"

As for Hilder, she only felt the scene before her blur for an instant. Then, her neck seemed to be clamped in an iron vise, and the enormous force made even breathing an impossible luxury.

"This... is... impossible..."

Hilder wore an utterly disbelieving expression.

She grabbed Fang Mo's wrist with both hands, desperately trying to break free.

Honestly, she could not understand why she had suddenly appeared here. Hadn't she already returned to the Demon World?

And she had clearly been inside an interdimensional rift. How had he caught her?

Hilder had never been skilled at fighting. After all, her original profession had been as a researcher on Terra; plotting against people from behind the scenes was what she did best. Now that Fang Mo had caught her without warning, her mind was filled with all kinds of terrified, wild guesses. She had even forgotten to fight back.

But what she was thinking did not matter.

What mattered was that Fang Mo slowly raised his fist.

"This punch is for Rotus."

With a thought from Fang Mo, the Arcane Ring lit up. His fist instantly became as scorching as the sun, and then he slammed it viciously toward Hilder.

"!!!"

Only when death loomed over her did Hilder suddenly snap back to her senses. She hurriedly activated her magic to defend herself.

After all, she was the God of Magic in the setting. Hilder's command of magic truly was formidable. As white light flashed, a complex magic circle instantly appeared before her.

But the moment Hilder's magic circle was summoned, Fang Mo punched it.

With a sharp crack.

The magic circle was smashed apart by Fang Mo's bare fist.