Chapter 620
The demon could be seen returning from where it had been blasted by Thalos' hand, blood dripping steadily from its mouth. Its lips were ripped from its jaw, torn wide open and grotesque, only to slowly regenerate back as the creature came into full view again, standing roughly five metres away from the gargoyle. Thalos stood panting heavily, chest heaving with each breath, yet a wild grin remained plastered across his cracked face.
"That hurt," Gil mumbled, rubbing his temples with a slight frown while glaring daggers at the gargoyle.
'Come on, just a minute more,' Grey hyped himself mentally, his wound sealing up at a faster rate, the torn flesh knitting back together almost completely. Thalos, however, gripped his sword tighter, his stone fingers trembling as he braced for whatever would come next.
