Sections of tentacles and eyeballs flew through the air in all directions as the purple-striped griffin rose into the air, flying directly toward the spatial demon patriarch like a sharp sword.
The octopus' thick and powerful tentacles were sliced into chunks by the black claymore as if they were made from tender tofu. Even though they were regenerating at an insane rate, there was no way that they could impede the incoming griffin.
It was unstoppable!
"How is that possible?!"
The spatial demon patriarch's eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets upon seeing this. He stared at the sharp black claymore, and a hint of panic appeared in his eyes.
It was once said that Alex riding atop his griffin was like a tiger that had grown wings; there was no one in this world that he couldn't kill.
