Asmodeus closed his eyes, counting the seconds down in his mind. He needed to buy enough time and keep the focus on himself while the others could escape.
'Alan let Sariel escape, and Anne grabbed Alice, the others can all fly so it's only a moment of buying them as long as possible.'
The divine light from Alan's sword cut through the sky, its gleaming golden blade like a burning sun, causing the demon lord's body to tingle with danger.
However, the weapon in his hand was no ornament. A corrupted divine sword blessed by a goddess fused with his blood-drinking axe. Not only could he use the greatsword with ease, it could transform into his second-level axe at any time.
"Asmodeus!" Alan yelled, his body approaching rapidly, while Asmodeus seemed unphased, his wings swayed heavily, flinging his body several metres away. At the same time, Asmodeus focused his magic on ten black lances of corrupted blood.
