Argus continued to relentlessly wail on Lilia with his war hammer. Each blow had enough power behind it to level even the sturdiest of buildings. Yet even as the earth shattered and the air shook, Lilia remained firm.
Every attack that came her way she would deflect with expert movements, block with her gauntlets, or when either of these two options proved impossible, take the hit where her armor was the thickest.
Blood soaked her body and there was heavy bruising all over her, but she continued to defend against Argus' assault with unwavering determination in her eyes.
"Why won't you break?!" Argus roared in frustration as he failed to bring Lilia down.
He was level eighty-four while she was only level seventy-one. Surely after using the ultimate power he had been granted by the Bule Primeval Demon, he should have been strong enough to beat a young girl of barely sixteen years of age that was thirteen levels lower than him.