The lance pierced through the mana armour and dug into the shoulders of the demon who was able to avoid his vitals being targeted in the nick of time.
"Where is the opening?"
Simon who was silent up until now finally spoke up. He extended his hands and grabbed the white spear.
CHII… Immediately, his skin started burning and black smoke emitted from his hands. Nevertheless, he did not let go and tightly clenched onto the lance.
"A foolish move, the lance is made of Holy Magic, it is the bane of all the denizens of darkness. If you keep on grabbing onto the lance you feel unimaginable pain and slowly get weakened by its effect".
Davis laughed, but his chortle was cut short when he saw the sword he had deflected earlier come targeting his blind spot.
