CHAPTER 222
While Max was having it slightly easy against the dark forces leader, Jim was having a tough time as he was cornered from all points, leaving him in the middle of twenty-three demon vessels, all snarling at him. He stood strong, eyes blazing, fists clenched while twisting and turning, staring at them all, waiting for an attack that could come at any moment.
Out of the initial twenty-five demon vessels, he had managed to kill just two, leaving him surrounded by the remaining twenty-three. They circled him, searching for an opening they could exploit while he stood in the center, tense and ready, knowing that any second could bring a lethal strike.
And he did not have to wait long. Two vessels swiftly dashed toward him, aiming to create an opening for the others. They darted from his flanks, claws flaring as they swung at him with blinding speed.
