The scene seemed to momentarily pause, but in reality, Lancelot's movements never ceased.
With a clench of his fingers, the Innate True Qi within his Dantian burst forth. An invisible Sword Aura emitted from his palm, which was pressed against Valtira's chest, piercing viciously into the Demon's body.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!"
The Demon screamed miserably, its wings flapping wildly as it rapidly retreated more than thirty feet.
A hole, as thick as a small arm, appeared in her chest, and her exquisite armor was covered with web-like cracks. A massive amount of blood spilled between her and Lancelot, like a person cut in half had crawled over it.
Lancelot was also startled by the horrific amount of bleeding from his opponent, but he had no time to examine her injuries closely. He grabbed a skull that had proved very useful off the ground, turned, and ran. His movements seemed slow, yet with each step, he covered dozens of feet, surprisingly three times faster than the Demon's pained retreat.
