Time passed by really slowly for Grimm. Every second was a torment.
He couldn't recount just how many attacks that he had endured. He had, perhaps, endured at least a dozen strikes… no… perhaps over twenty strikes…
Even if he knew some spells that could aid in healing himself, Grimm was still affected by various status ailments, like stun, weaken, et cetera.
It felt like every time he was struck, the next one would be the end of him. Yet, Grimm had endured all of them and survived.
Perhaps it was the conviction he had, Grimm was able to survive for twenty-five seconds under the constant powerful attacks from this Dark Demon Hunter.
Gatcha!
Roaaaaar…
Above in the sky, about half of the Decayed Bone Webbing was now torn by the two gigantic pincers. The giant crab, as if totally maddened, was giving its all to force itself through to Sorcerer World from Black Isotta's Realm. It felt like the crab considered going back to Black Isotta Realm was a path to hell.