Perhaps even the Kirithon had no idea what it was up against, how the battle had been decided since the first moment they stepped into this realm.
The monster, despite the many lacerations that appeared on its body, did not slow down.
Each step grew increasingly hasty and ferocious, and frustratingly to the Kirithon, Northern was gracefully matching every one of its onslaughts—easily so, if to say.
The monster lunged all its arms forward in a barrage of attacks, neglecting how far it was from its opponent.
Northern had at first reared his head back in surprise. 'From that distance?'
However, his eyes widened as he saw the monster's hands stretch forward continuously.
Indeed surprised, he wasn't fazed; he just stood there while the monster's hands battered against the invisible force field that constantly barricaded his reality from its.
In the Limitless Void, the force field's potency was even more outrageous.
