1157 1157. Carried away

'Its body is only a channel for its innate ability,' Noah thought as the Demonic Sword flew back in his hand.

Generally speaking, his body had long since surpassed the standards of magical beasts and hybrids. His physical strength was far superior to those creatures, and it allowed him to deal with stronger beings at times.

The Fog Demons had a weak body, but they focused all their power on their innate ability. Since Noah's opponent was in the middle tier, his physical strength and casual slashes didn't manage to eradicate its foggy armor.

'I should take this a bit more seriously,' Noah concluded, and a series of saber-shaped runes came out of his palm before surrounding his figure.

Noah knew that the fastest way to deal with the creature was to summon the dark world and rely on his strongest slash. Still, he had other abilities that he didn't test in a proper battle yet.