"Let's spar a little, just put on a show, at least let them cut us a few times, so we can report back."
"Agreed!"
"Smart move!"
These five Divine Level creatures wanted to sneak away using this method, so they threw themselves toward the Mo Blade general's sword.
"Slash~"
The sound of a blade slicing through skin was unusually crisp, and the wounded Divine Level creature didn't bother to treat the scar, as this would prove they had truly fought.
But soon he realized something was wrong. The wound from the Paper Knife was spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Realizing something was off, they immediately tried to heal the wound, but no matter what they did, the wound just kept spreading.
"No, something's wrong with these Paperman's knives!"
The other four Divine Level creatures were influenced by this shout, their movements slowed by a fraction of a second.
"Slash~"
"Slash~"
"Slash~"
"Slash~"
