“It’s… fucking, awful…!”
Boom, and.
The moment I kicked to create distance again, an explosion erupted. It was the result of Aindel also attempting to repel me with some kind of force.
We both staggered back a couple of steps.
And like a flash of light, the sword drew slashes in succession. The sword and the intangible wall clashing like lightning spat out sharp noises.
A one-on-one yet evenly matched battle.
Aindel was clever. He knew well why I couldn’t launch a proper offensive.
“Your imagery isn’t fully intact yet, is it?”
It was a voice as kind as a doctor conducting an inquiry.
Disgustingly, I put strength into both arms and struck down the intangible wall protecting Aindel as if chopping wood with an axe.
Boom!
With overwhelming strength, Aindel’s body slid back. Faint blood leaked from his mouth where he had been smiling.
But it was far from enough.
The opponent wasn’t a powerless old man. He was a demon who had contracted with the Dark Church and…