The silver light of Aron Dite flickered once more.
But during the process of using armor to lock the enemy's weapon and thus restrict their movement, the strike from Lann still made him furrow his brow.
'Has the aberration intensified?'
The Demon Hunter locked the greatsword with his left armpit and elbow, while the long blade in his right hand angled upwards.
According to Lann's original plan, this strike should have slashed diagonally upward from the enemy's right armpit holding the sword, all the way to the left collarbone, bursting out of the body.
He should have slashed down the entire right shoulder, taking the neck along with it.
But the oral appendage growing from Ludwig's neck, covered in countless swiftly revolving eyeballs, crazily rotated as they gazed at Lann's blade!
The slippery sound of the eyeballs turning and rubbing almost made one's hair stand on end!
