A thunderous boom reverberated through the air as Kyle's figure vanished from his position, leaving behind an afterimage. At that very moment, one of the wings of the three transcendent-rank individuals around him was torn to shreds as Kyle's eyes gleamed sharply.
It was the first time he used the spear art that Hubert had taught him. Silently reciting the first move of the 'Whirlwind stab' in his head, the spear in his grasp shimmered and grew hot before its tip punctured multiple spots of one of the demon's wings simultaneously.
The air shook as the transcendent-rank demon screamed in agony and his body plunged towards the ground. Kyle's figure stopped right where the fallen demon had been floating. He glanced at the remaining two transcendent-rank individuals around him who, upon witnessing the fate of the first, fled in different directions with frightened expressions. They had only one thought in their heads — they needed to escape from this place.