At this rate, the two of them could be surrounded. If they were surrounded, then no matter how strong the two of them were, being in a state of being surrounded would never be a good thing.
The Daemons above all began to descend by raising their respective weapons. Their faces were full of unbearable anger.
Saeldir moved his hands in a rhythm. Then his sword flew towards the Daemons with incredible speed.
The sword pierced through several Daemon bodies at once. And because of its fast movement, the Daemons had a hard time evading or parrying it.
But after seeing some of them die, the Daemons finally got used to the presence of the flying sword. They could defend better than Saeldir's attacks.
Meanwhile, the black-robed figure hid behind the angry Daemons. His figure slowly disappeared into a mere background.
