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Helplessly, every time Diya approached Corpsefire and prepared to grasp the greatsword, Corpsefire's Ghostly Strike would appear again, leaving Diya utterly frustrated.
Diya had already experienced the power of Ghostly Strike. Even now, waves of pain still pulsed through his chest from time to time. Without the greatsword to block it, he did not dare use his own body to withstand Ghostly Strike head-on.
It seemed that all the monsters in this Hell Fragment world shared one trait—endurance. Whether it was the Fallen Shaman's fireballs or Corpsefire now, their skills seemed like instincts, capable of being used continuously without pause.
Yet Diya was happy at the same time. If he defeated Corpsefire and summoned it in Brahma Continent, wouldn't possessing such an ability be even better?
For a time, Diya was both pained and delighted.
"Master, I'm running out of arrows. I need to use Fire Arrow," Flavia's voice came through. A red gleam flickered in the darkness, then flared brightly. With a whoosh, a flaming arrow tore through the darkness and shot toward the back of Corpsefire's head.
As though it sensed that the Fire Arrow would harm it, Corpsefire abandoned its pursuit of Diya and twisted around, actually intending to face the Fire Arrow head-on. But the flaming arrow was faster. Corpsefire had only just turned around and had yet to unleash Ghostly Strike when the Fire Arrow struck it squarely in the face.
The smell of scorching flesh immediately spread. Diya charged forward, swiftly darting past Corpsefire's side. Both hands seized the hilt of the Demon-Breaking Sword, and with a hard tug, he wrenched the greatsword free. Then he spun around and slashed again.
Pfft!
The blade struck Corpsefire's arm. Diya exerted force with both hands, severing one of Corpsefire's arms and sending