Shadow demons might not excel at much else, but when it came to running away, these creatures possessed extraordinary talent. After all, they could ignore any obstacle—most nonmagical ones, at least—so ordinary terrain was as flat ground to them.
Although Solam could fly, he was nowhere near as fast as this kind of demon. On top of that, he could not use any spells, so the shadow demon quickly caught up to him. The moment it reached Solam's side, it stretched its claw toward Solam's Skin of the Dead!
It could tell that the reason those Bodaks ignored Solam was the Skin of the Dead he wore! So it intended to snatch it for itself. Even if it could not take it, it would destroy it! It needed a target that could help share the risk.
How did that saying go again?
I don't need to run faster than danger. I just need to run faster than my companion!
That was exactly what the shadow demon thought!
But just as its palm was about to touch the Skin of the Dead, Solam turned his head! His eyes fixed coldly on this fool courting death!
That gaze carried the majesty and power of Solam as a demon lord! An endless aura of superiority struck directly at the shadow demon's soul with force comparable to a mental blast!
Can't provoke him!
Danger!
Run!
For a moment, boundless terror spread through the shadow demon's heart. It was instinctive pressure. For an instant, it even wanted to throw itself flat on the ground in complete prostration to ease its fear and stress.
But its survival instinct allowed the shadow demon to endure the pressure. Gritting its teeth, it overcame the soul-deep terror, looked at Solam, and shouted with all its strength, "Save me!"
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