Vera stood by his side, her fingertips had already blossomed with a few tiny light purple thorn flowers, the spikes on the petals glimmering coldly in the dim stone corridor.
Duke was very clear that though his Six-Color Divine Light could instantly kill Demigod-level opponents, there was a fatal prerequisite: it must be unexpected.
Previously, those Demigod-level demons were caught by surprise when he entered within inches by Wind Elementalization, and only by manifesting the Six-Color Divine Light Sword in an instant could he succeed in his strike.
But the three Demigods ahead had clearly discovered him in advance, their Spiritual Power firmly locked onto him, and Valentine was focusing most of his attention on him.
In this situation, to forcibly make a move would risk the Six-Color Divine Light either missing or being blocked by a joint defense, plunging him and Vera straight into a siege by the three Demigods.
