First To The Kill!

It had all happened so fast.

Even the masked man had not seen it coming. His hazel eyes glared daggers at the assailant, but before he could do anything, a foot landed in his chest and sent him flying into the ceiling of Deathward Maw!

At once, Soul Yield's effect began to desist, or rather, instead of worsening as the maw was still continuing to open up, letting more of the dark red light pour in, its effective power remained constant.

The suddenly appeared assailant did not let up. He rushed towards the masked man, murderous intent burning around him.

He was rather quick. Too quick.

Vohnvolt, who was just as stunned as everyone else on what was going on, was baffled by the fact that someone could move so fast that they could overwhelm the necromancer in his own Territory, where his physical abilities were bolstered outrageously.