614 Torn To Shreds

Astaroth rose to his feet, moving away from the blade, as the demon still moved in his intended direction.

With his fast perception speed, the ten seconds of the skill gave him a thousand seconds' worth of time to act. He rarely ever used all of this time, since it equated to almost seventeen minutes to pass in ten seconds.

But this time, he was going to use all of it.

The demon was already reacting to his movement, but in such a slow manner that it wouldn't matter. To the demon, right now, it looked like Astaroth had suddenly changed into a blur, and was moving so fast he could barely perceive him.

And, Astaroth fully intended to use this perception discrepancy.

Scrolling through his skill list, Astaroth wondered what he would use to make this demon suffer. He wanted it to suffer after it had ordered its underlings to eat the fallen soldiers, instead of ending the fight immediately.