Novel Full Chapter 193 Battling Grade Six Demons
The moment the seven Grade Six demons closed in, the battle erupted into chaos.
Kaareeeeiii!!
Their grotesque forms, twisted and menacing, lunged forward with inhuman speed, snarling and screeching as they attacked.
Ex-General Leana, however, was prepared. She quickly stepped forward, unsheathing her weapon in a fluid motion but pausing before she struck.
“Right,” she muttered to herself. “I’m not killing these.”
With a quick pivot, she sheathed her weapon again and used her bare hands to engage the four demons targeting her.y
Her wards needed the experience, and she wouldn’t take that opportunity from them. With an effortless motion, she ducked under a claw swipe and drove her fist into the demon’s chest, sending it flying into the distance.
“Damon! Anaya! Daveon!” she shouted over the din of battle, her voice commanding. “Stay focused and be careful! These demons are trickier than they look.”
Damon’s voice rang out confidently as he readied himself against his opponent. “Don’t worry, Miss Leana. We’ve got this. Time to prove ourselves!”
Leana smirked at his determination, grabbing another demon by the arm and using it to slam two others away.
Bang!
With each motion, she tossed the creatures further from the group, creating enough space for her wards to fight the three demons left without interference. Experience more content on empire
Damon’s demon stalked toward him, its elongated claws gleaming in the harsh sunlight. It let out a guttural growl before lunging at him, aiming a wide slash at his chest.
Damon sidestepped effortlessly, countering with a swift slash of his own blade that grazed the demon’s arm.
Kareeeii!!
The demon hissed in pain but didn’t relent, swiping and snapping its jaws in an attempt to corner him.
Damon dodged its attack, kicking its head to the side with his left leg. The demon screeched in what seemed like both anger and pain.
When it swiped its claw in an attempt to cut into Damon’s stomach which was within it’s reach, Damon twisted to get out of the demon’s reach, swinging his sword once again.
His sword sliced through the demons foreskin drawing out blood from the arm.
Kareeeii!!
The attack on the demon caused a more furious scream from the demon and it immediately counterattacked.
It leaped into the air, lunging at Damon from the air and as it landed, it twisted midair, bringing down both claws on Damon.
Damon dodged to the side slamming his leg into the demon’s side the moment landed in his initial position.
Bang!!
The demon stumbled to the side but immediately got upz attacking Damon again.
Damon’s movements were fluid, each dodge and strike a calculated effort to keep the demon off balance.
He pressed his advantage, forcing the demon back with precise and relentless strikes. His sword carved shallow cuts across its torso and limbs, and while none were fatal, each one sapped the demon’s strength little by little.
“Not so tough, are you?” Damon muttered, his tone light despite the intensity of the battle.
The demon snarled, attempting a desperate counterattack, but Damon was quicker. He parried the blow with ease, landing another slash across its shoulder.
Blood dripped steadily from its wounds, its movements growing sluggish under Damon’s relentless assault.
His strategy was simple—wear it down, keep it from recovering, and wait for the perfect moment to deliver the final strike.
Anaya’s approach to her battle was less direct. She stood calmly as her demon advanced, her hands already glowing faintly with magic.
The demon lunged, its claws aimed at her throat, but a shimmering barrier materialized just in time, deflecting the attack with a burst of light.
The bracelets she had received from Morteze were doing their job, and Anaya couldn’t help but smile as she stepped back, testing their limits.
“Let’s see what works on you,” she murmured, conjuring a small ball of fire in her palm.
She hurled it at the demon, watching as the flames licked its skin but did little more than singe it. The creature roared, charging again, but the bracelets activated once more, forming a barrier that absorbed the impact.
“Not fire, then,” she said thoughtfully, switching tactics.
She tried water magic next, a jet of liquid slicing through the air and hitting the demon square in the chest. It staggered slightly but recovered almost immediately.
“Still not right,” Anaya muttered. “What about this?”
A gust of wind magic struck the demon, but while it was enough to push it back, it didn’t seem to cause any significant damage.
The demon screeched in frustration, its attacks growing more frantic as it failed to breach Anaya’s defenses. She remained calm, observing its reactions with a scientist’s precision.
Finally, inspiration struck. Her fingers sparked with energy as she prepared her next spell. “Let’s try lightning,” she said, a confident smile spreading across her face.
She began chanting softly, her voice carrying an otherworldly rhythm.
“By the power that surges in the storm, by the force that rends the sky, strike swift and true, the wrath of the heavens descend—Lightning Rod!”
A brilliant rod of lightning crackled to life between her hands, its energy humming with raw power. She hurled it with precision, the rod slicing through the air toward the demon.
The demon, sensing danger, screeched in fear and scrambled backward, but the rod was too fast. It impaled the creature, sending arcs of electricity coursing through its body.
The demon convulsed violently, its blood boiling and evaporating as the lightning drained it of life.
Within moments, it crumpled to the ground, its withered form a testament to the spell’s devastating power.
Anaya brushed her hands off, her smile widening. “Looks like lightning’s the winner.”
While Damon continued to chip away at his opponent, Anaya turned her attention to the others, watching as Daveon struggled against his demon. She debated whether to step in but decided against it. If they were going to grow, they needed to handle their battles on their own.
With her demon slain, Anaya leaned against a rock, her confidence soaring. She had finished her fight first and now had a front-row seat to watch the others.
“Better hurry up,” she called to Damon and Daveon, her tone teasing. “I’ll take care of the last one at this rate!”