Fighting the undead (8)

There was only silence that lingered in the air after the demon had been sent flying like this.

No one was able to say a thing since they didn't expect the match to be decided in a single blow like this.

They all couldn't help looking at Shaka with shocked looks, but in truth, Shaka also had a shocked look as he looked at the strange sword in his hand. It was just a good thing that his shocked expression was hidden by the hood on his face or else it would have affected the morale of the knights and soldiers.

He knew that it wasn't his power that had sent the demon flying like that.

There was no way that his attack would be strong enough to do that much damage, especially against demons that had skin that was strengthened by magic.

So it had to be the power of this strange sword that had done it.

But just how did this strange sword have this much power?