Pffft!
The Oathkeeper once again transformed into a streak of light, striking down, and the Demon God let out a painful groan, as the left arm had already flown off. At the instant of this slicing, the King of Britain swung his sword with his left hand, cutting off the enemy's arm.
This was beyond mortal combat skills.
Even though he was the battle-hardened Dedra Monarch, experienced in countless slaughters, he was forced to retreat step by step by the King of Britain.
"This is impossible!"
The Defeated Sosa looked at the empty arm and let out a roar filled with resentment.
The King of Britain, Duncan, finally spoke, his expression calm and voice cold, saying lightly, "A defeated monarch who survives, even if he is a Demon God, is nothing more than a stray dog barking fiercely!"
"You are not my opponent!"
"Kneel."
"Submit to me! I will spare your life!"
The aura of a king.
