All the thousands of demonic plaguing faces and figures behind Benyamin were cackling and screaming in tongues that could make most brave men lose their wits and flee for their lives.

“Sing with me, spirits of darkness!” Benyamin grabbed the dark cloud behind him and ripped the faces of the demons, forging them into a nasty, thorny, double-edged spear. “Satanspeer!”

He leaped forth and attacked with the spear.

Each thorn on the spear turned into a demonic face that stretched and enlarged, trying to devour Benjamin from every angle possible.

It was truly an attack that could devour a mountain-sized elephant in an instant.

Benjamin’s silver aura repelled it, but the spear still reached him. He forcibly grabbed it with his bare hand.

“Krgh,” Benyamin grinned as his eyes darkened. “You shouldn’t have held it.”

Benjamin felt a sudden pain flowing through him, and the demonic faces seeped into his body and grew out of his shoulders, trying to take his soul out of his body.

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