"Boom!" A sound that was not especially violent, yet clearly audible to everyone, rang in their ears. Then, like a stone dropped into a calm lake, the entire space rippled in circles. The portal suddenly began to contract violently. The demons that had just emerged from it had not even had time to see their surroundings before they were crushed, stretched, and finally dragged back into the spatial void left behind by the portal.
The Balor that had just stepped out suffered the worst. It had only just emerged and had time to let out a single roar before the suction of space dragged it backward. This terrified it. It was not some ignorant low-ranking demon; this was clearly a spatial rift formed by a collapse of space. If it were sucked in, it would undoubtedly die. It did not believe its own strength could withstand the tearing force of space.
Thus, to avoid being shredded to pieces or compressed into a lump of flesh by spatial force, the Balor could only resist the suction with all its might. Unfortunately, it was still a step too late. If it had joined the battle the instant it appeared and moved away from that place, it might have been fine. But who told it to show off? If it was not unlucky, who was?
Still, a Balor's strength could not be underestimated. It had actually survived through sheer force of will. Of course, that was also because the spatial disturbance came and went quickly, but regardless, it had lived. Only, half of its body had vanished. Its entire left chest, one arm, and one wing had completely disappeared.
Faced with such an outcome, the Balor was instead immensely relieved. If it had lasted even a moment longer, it might have died beyond