The terrifying energy pulse pierced through layers of the void, almost brushing past the chipmunk's scalp.
On the expanse of the Oasis, the demons swept by the pulse energy vanished instantly, and the once bustling and turbulent wave of demons was forcibly plowed into a gory vacuum zone.
The chipmunk, with its few yellow hairs blown into disarray by the fierce wind, was "frightened" to the point of losing its color by Ronan's strike, its small paws clenched tightly, eyes shut, screaming madly.
However, there was no hint of triumph on Ronan's face, but rather a slight frown.
Because.....
This attack was not deliberately aimed off course by him.
His spiritual power locked onto the target, and the target remained within his spiritual grip, not deviating an inch.
Yet, when the Spell attack was launched, it skimmed past the opponent's scalp, not even harming a single hair, an unspeakable strangeness.
It was as if some mysterious and invisible force was quietly influencing it all.
