Bang!
The ground shattered in an instant.
Azarut vanished from where he stood.
When he appeared again, he was already above Lin Luo's head.
The greatsword in his hand radiated a terrifying aura of magic power as it tore effortlessly through the air and slashed straight down at Lin Luo.
"Die, human!"
He roared, a savage grin spreading across his face.
He could almost see it already.
The sight of Lin Luo's head severed from his body by this strike.
"Master, look out!"
At the sight, Frieren could not help crying out.
But a moment later...
Both she and Azarut froze in shock.
Chapter 637: Frieren's Sense of Time
Clang!
The ringing clash of metal echoed through the air.
Azarut's eyes widened.
Before his very eyes, Lin Luo had casually stopped his sword with a single finger.
Forget cleaving Lin Luo in two with his magic-infused blade.
It had not even left the slightest scratch on that pale, jade-like finger.
It was as though his all-out strike had been nothing more than a breeze brushing past.
But how was that possible?
As a commander in the Demon King's Army, he might not have been the strongest.
But he undoubtedly ranked among the best of the countless Demons.
That strike had carried his full strength.
He was absolutely certain that even the Seven Sages of Destruction could not have caught it so casually with a single finger.
But this human before him...
What on earth was going on?
"Is that all?"
An icy voice rang out.
Azarut felt a savage force spread throughout his body.
Spurt!
Blood sprayed everywhere as Azarut flew backward like a cannonball, gouging a long trench in the ground.
"Gah!"
Azarut coughed up a great mouthful of blood and spoke with difficulty.
"Powerful human, would you tell