Wang Yu, having sensed the abyssal magician's assault in advance, had no intention of taking the blow head-on. Blood surged in his veins as he kicked off the ground with explosive force and darted out of the narrow alley. Clad in crimson armor, he burst into the open thoroughfare where he could unleash his full speed and strength.0

A massive tentacle smashed into the spot he'd just vacated. Stone shattered. The limb, bristling with sharp barbs like the appendage of a monstrous octopus, embedded itself into the earth. As the grotesque creature dragged it back, deep grooves were left furrowed in the street.0

He glanced at the nearby streetlamp that Astartes had possessed, which had since been crushed into a pulp by the abyssal magician's attack. Astartes wasn't harmed, of course, considering that its consciousness didn't reside in the lamp, but Wang Yu now had no one to ask about just what an abyssal...0