Ghost Flash was in trouble!
He could feel the oppressive presence of a King-class demon cultist bearing down on him as if he was standing in an extremely dense gravitational field. He knew that there was no physical object holding him down but mentally he felt enormous pressure.
So this was how it felt fighting an elite-level opponent!
He bit his tongue to keep his calm but it was too late. His enemy capitalized on his momentary weakness and appeared before him in a flash his demonlike claws swiping down at him with ruthless intent. Ghost Flash's last-minute battle instincts kicked in, as his hands were still covered with dark energy, stretched forward like spring and attempted to mitigate the attack
"It's no use." The demon cultist sneered as he did not slow down his claw attack in the least and slashed his right claw down with razor sharpness.
Demon Art: Demonic Claws of Slaughter!!
SHIINNNNNG!!!!
Arggghh!!!
