Chapter 627: Unscientific Construction
Despite his attempts to evade, the demon had vital tendons in his legs, waist, and even hands severed by Hilbert.
Guman had fallen completely into Hilbert's rhythm. He had no opening to unleash the devastating finishing attacks that high-ranking demons excelled at, and could only concentrate his strength to barely withstand the Lionheart Sword's masterful strikes.
The moment his body completely lost its balance, Guman felt an overwhelming sense of danger as death closed in.
Hilbert's face came into sharp focus less than half a meter from Guman, his silver eyes gazing emotionlessly at the greater demon.
This was also the last time their eyes would meet that day. Filled with terror and hatred, the greater demon Guman unleashed one final burst of madness.
Boom!
The ground sank two meters, and a storm blasted away every table, chair, broken bottle, and other object around Hilbert and the greater demon Guman.
But this was only the prelude. Almost an instant later, intense red light spread, and an even stronger pressure rolled up a layer of earth, sending it surging outward with a thunderous roar...
The two Dawn Association members farther away also turned their eyes toward the main battlefield.
One tossed the half-demon cultist whose neck he had crushed in his left hand onto the ground, then raised the half-demon corpse in his right hand before him as a shield.
The other half-crouched and raised his hands to protect himself.
The other warlord fighters and addicts had already fled far enough away, but even now they were scared out of their wits, scrambling for cover or running for their lives.
Rumble...
Shing, shing, shing... swish, swish...
But before the oppressive storm could unleash its full force, silver sword light flashed within it, and the storm gradually subsided.