Lillian flew back several dozen metres, having used the flat side of her sword to block what seemed to be an underhand swing from the Jungle Lord's battle axe.
Her arms shook terribly from the force of the blow, along with her sword, which seemed to share the same sentiments as her.
While any person would be in either awe or dread of the Jungle Lord's strength, she was instead... In ecstasy.
Such a blow in the past would've left cracks in the bones in her arms; that was how powerful it was—however, all she received was some numbness.
Although it was on the major side, it was still just numbness...
Was she becoming a masochist?
Lillian landed on her feet and skidded back, regaining her balance as she shot the Jungle Lord another taunting smirk.
The glowing lights inside the Jungle Lord's hollow eyeholes flickered as it saw Lillian block its strike without any obvious sign of pain—it froze for a moment.
