This is only one of this guy's costumes, who knows how many more he has! Mark cursed his luck inwardly and flew away from the enemy. He flew as far away as possible, and when he was far away, he grew even more alarmed.
Why were all his enemies always so tricky to deal with?
A Soul attack? What was going to happen to his Soul? What was going to happen now?
It was a Demonic Art, so even if he had a good defensive Demonic Trick, it would have been useless against the Art. And Mark didn't want to use Clown's Circus so easily—he didn't even know how it would fair against a Tier 3 demon's domain.
And—what would happen if he used Clown's CIrcus when he was inside the detection fields of this world's inhabitants? Won't they know his biggest trump card?
Mark suddenly staggered midair and coughed up black blood.
Soul Eating Ant Horde!
