In a short time, the will embedded in their bodies would fall into a deep slumber.
The Devil's Thorn, greatly enhanced, swelled up wildly like a balloon being inflated.
Confronted with its continuously growing enormous body, Yaya charged forward with great composure.
As for the bizarre thorns from earlier, they had long been swallowed by the Arcane Fire attached to her.
Standing on Yaya's shoulder, Matthew finally unsheathed the Sword of Destruction, radiating a flowing glow.
The Devil's Thorn, now twenty meters tall, raised its four or five deformed arms high, ferociously slamming them down at Yaya.
However, the prepared fist struck only air.
With agile steps and dexterity, Yaya easily dodged the slow fists and closed in quickly.
Bang!
A textbook shoulder slam caused the Devil's Thorn to lean back, snapping the fibers of its abdomen and back.
