Everyone was shocked by what had just happened on the battlefield.
"No way…"
The high commanders of Black Eagle, the association of Shamans gathered here, and even the soldiers who had retreated more than a kilometer away watched from afar with their drones.
Everyone was praying for Kiran and the other exorcists to emerge victorious. However, defying their hopes and prayers, the demon general grabbed Kiran by the wrist and slammed him into the ground.
Boom!
This time, it was the demon general who began to pummel Kiran repeatedly with powerful physical attacks.
Kiran, blood streaming from his mouth, struggled with his broken hand but couldn't resist the demon general's strength, as his healing and true power were something he couldn't match.
This demon general didn't kill; he slowly crushed his enemies as if he enjoyed it.
"Ha, ha, ha! Are you scared?" The demon general mocked.
Kiran, however, didn't give up and attacked the enemy again.
But unlike his previous attacks, the demon general didn't even move to dodge.
The enemy's strength had surpassed his.
Kiran looked at the demon general's body and saw no wounds. He had experienced this feeling when facing an ancient werewolf.
"Where are the others?"
Boom!
With no time to search for an answer to the question in his mind, Kiran received a heavy punch to the head, causing the ground to sink from the powerful impact.
But this was only the beginning.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The demon general didn't need to use any of his cursed abilities against Kiran to defeat him, and the other spells were being countered by the soulless humans he had prepared in advance. Of course, Kiran didn't know this.
The demon's attacks easily struck Kiran's body, and he slowly lost the will to keep fighting. Stunned, he remembered his disciple still in Africa, his home.
"Argh…" Kiran groaned as he collided with a building.
At that moment, the demon general stopped attacking and instead looked up at the top of a building, where a laser was aimed at him.
Bang!
Before he could react, an anti-tank-caliber bullet hit his head, generating only smoke and slightly lifting the dust. The soldiers in a building a thousand meters away had seen Kiran being crushed and decided to sacrifice themselves to give the hunter a respite.
"Ants are always annoying." The demon general grabbed a massive boulder and hurled it at the building, causing a powerful explosion.
Boom!
The demon general sneered as he saw the explosion.
At that moment, Kiran, who had a chance to position himself behind his enemy, strengthened his arms. Even with his broken arms, his muscles tightened, and he squeezed the demon's body.
"Ahh!" Kiran tried to crush the demon general's body to death as a last resort. There was no turning back; if he failed, he would die here.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
He only heard a sound similar to bones fracturing, knowing that if he generated some damage, it would buy time for the others to arrive and attack.
However, at that moment, he felt something touch the deepest part of his body—his soul. This weakened his grip enough for the demon to break free.
The demon general, holding Kiran's arm, shifted his grip to his head and then smashed it into the ground.
Boom!
Kiran continued to resist desperately; he didn't want to die here because there was a place he wanted to protect.
However, amid the destruction and chaos, a shadow flew towards the demon general.
Boom!
The demon general, savoring his victory, was surprised by the attack.
Morales, missing an arm and with half his face bloodied, stood in front of Kiran in an attacking stance. "The monsters this wretch prepared are powerful. Jim is holding them back, but we'll be dead in minutes.
Kiran, seeing Morales's state, only whispered, "Run."
But Morales, with a proud, smiling expression, refused. "I have pride. I am an exorcist after all."
Even though I am weaker than you and Jim!
When he realized his abilities and learned about the world of sorcery, he wanted to help but was in a place where very few people were skilled, so he learned on his own. His efforts to surpass himself allowed him to eliminate several demons on his own, and then he was contacted by the Light Association.
Just standing in front of this enemy made his heart tremble.
"You will die if you don't escape." Kiran was very distressed about losing.
"I am strong!"
Don't retreat…
Don't be afraid.
Don't regret…
Morales stood in front of Kiran and prepared the strongest attack that he could muster at that moment.
All of this would be worth it.
But at that moment, the soul-crushing demon lunged at him with his massive claws, about to rip his body in two.
But then…
BOOM!
A shockwave emanated from the front, and at that moment, Morales opened his eyes.
"What happened?"
The demon general in front of him was sent flying hundreds of meters in a straight line, crashing into vehicles and buildings without stopping.
"Who was it?" Kiran didn't feel any new cursed energy, so he didn't know what was happening.
At that moment, a tall figure with a staff walked slowly forward.
Anton ShadowBane, now known as the Pope of Light, had arrived!