A fox fiend, was it?
I hurriedly shook off the tail and tried to thrust my sword again.
It was just a brief opening. There was still a chance to catch Yuren.
Or so I thought.
Huh, in that moment, Yuren’s hand was already gripping a sword again. It was as if he lived in a separate time within the flow of reality. By my calculations, the sword shouldn’t have fallen that quickly.
My bewildered gaze turned toward my arm. The gray lesion had already spread considerably.
My arm was floating alone in a slower time. It was an agonizingly slow pace.
That subtle time difference completely reversed the fates of me and Yuren.
Pak, and a blade shot like a streak of light pierced through my remaining shoulder. As my posture collapsed, Yuren’s kick immediately struck my solar plexus.
A lurching sensation, as if the injury I had barely suppressed was regurgitating blood.
I wanted to curse. But the speed at which my body was slowing down…