In the very same moment, a golden gate suddenly seemed to appear in between him and the undead. Without any summoning, Little Eight wriggled out of the contract space on his own accord. The massive figure barrelled straight into the undead, scattering it back for several meters.
All of this happened within the blink of an eye. Nine seconds!
The undead that had witnessed Little Eight entering startled visibly, a three-headed dragon? Golden scales!
The next moment, it saw a pair of purplish-gold eyes. Even as a 9th Rank undead, it suddenly felt as if its soul had missed a beat, and was unable to carry out an immediate attack on time.
Ten seconds!
As the golden light spread, it shone brightly. Accompanied by the gush of wraith energy that was devoured to create a massive depression, every member of the Demon Hunting Team 19115897 vanished in an instant.
