Bab 92: Damien Miles The Traitor

"Die then!"

I controlled the swords and opened only a small part of the barrier so that the mana swords can go out.

I increased the acceleration of the mana swords and directed them towards Damien Miles.

"Did you thought that this flimsy sword of yours can do any harm to my demonic body? You only focused on the quantity instead of the quality of the mana swords."

Damien Miles insulted my attacks while letting himself withstand all of the thousand words that I had launched towards him.

"What's so good about a demonic body? Now I know why your name is Damien Miles! You're a Dam(ie)n bastard who is Miles away from overcoming my power!"

I compressed all of my mana swords into one huge sword that was at least the size of a skyscraper.

I held the sword with both of my hands and started to build momentum.