"Seventh innate racial trait: Blood escape." By burning several units of its essence blood, something it only had a limited quantity of, the serpentine devil let its avatar use one of its most powerful moves.
The name itself was enough to tell Elliot and the onlookers that it was about to escape from his trap somehow
"Oh no, you don't!"
Elliot had no intention of letting it escape, so he decided to suppress it by giving another pounding to its face.
However, something inexplicable happened, causing his mood to turn sour.
Right at the moment when Elliot's sixty-ninth slap was going to land on the serpentine devil's face, its body had turned into a mist of blood.
Elliot's attack missed its target.
The blood mist was something intangible, and even his chains weren't able to keep it immobilized, much less his hands.
"Hahaha!"
The serpentine devil was finally free from its restraints!
Monthly Goal: 14/60 chapters!
Finally, it's coming to an end!