Arthur's level of power was far beyond the Bone Lord's expectations. For him, as a demigod, there shouldn't be anyone capable of harming him in that realm, yet someone was doing exactly that.
The sword slash broke at least seven magical barriers, and its power did not diminish even after that. It hit the skeleton on the chest, sending him flying where the dark race army was.
A pile of bones hit the army, killing some creatures with just the impact. It did not hurt the skeleton that much, but differently from before, he took damage now, and a lingering fear rose within his heart.
Who was he? A demigod was like a legend, yet someone had damaged him for the first time in centuries. The Bone Lord wanted to find a grave and hid in it, like the skeleton he was.
Arthur could not care less about what the skeleton was feeling, even more considering his state of frenzy. All he wanted to do was finish the miserable life of the Bone Lord.