SATRIO.
CH 111S

Pandji was in a dilemma, the young warrior knights who were fighting began to be unable to provide a draw resistance. Tiredness and the number of enemies that continue to urge make them have to lose some more friends.

"Raksa .. Mika, please hold Badrika for a moment! Our friends will be killed if the situation gets out of hand," Pandji called out as he again attacked Badrika with a rain of lightning that greatly drained her magic.

Badrika slammed into a big tree across the street. Pandji leaves briefly to take care of the insistence of maroz and the ancient demon-shaped beast that attacked Aswanta and his friends.

The handsome young man ran under the rain with two drawn swords. One wide slash made the enemy who confronted him must give up his life that had just begun in the human world.

Pandji raged among the crowd of enemies, his sword did not stop snatching, cutting or splitting the demon into pieces.

"What do they think?" muttered Pandji astonished at the maroz who came to deliver his soul to him. "Why aren't they afraid of turning to ashes?"

One breath, one slash and at least one demon were gone. But, they are not afraid of Pandji, they do not stop coming.

Knowing Pandji has great abilities does not make the enemy tremble. They get more excited and lose their sanity by flocking to Pandji, ignoring the other knights around him.

One side of Pandji is relieved that there is breathing time for his friends, on the other side he thinks of Mika and Raksa who are holding Badrika.

"What are they doing, Damar? They are not afraid of death at all" Pandji grumbled softly.

"It looks like Badrika's army wants to deplete Mas Pandji's stamina here!" damar Jati's reply gave a little enlightenment.

"They were so persistent in chasing me, I feel honored and humiliated like this. I didn't expect to have a fan of the devil, Damar!" exclaim Pandji while releasing Asih Jati into the air.

The heat energy of the sword wielding its golden motif was less efficient under the rumbling of heavy rain. Pandji chose to play with Damar Jati.

Pandji pumps mana magic, also releasing a certain amount of power in order to create ice flakes from the rainwater.

Slowly the rain stopped as Pandji turned his blue sword overhead. The air gets colder around Pandji and the falling water starts to take the form of sharp grains.

With a single jolt of sword, the rain that Pandji was holding back and had been frozen into a sharp bullet crashed as fast as lightning through the enemy ranks in front of him.

Hollowing out body parts and freezing blood, made the low-class demon before Pandji fall down and unconscious.

Seeing this, Aswanta ordered his team to finish off the enemy who was already weak. Circumstances quickly turned around, but Pandji also lost a lot of energy.

If you don't come back soon, there might not be time to cast out all the demons that are still hunting me.

Pandji moved again as fast as the wind, he finished off the enemy that came at him with a single slash. Otherwise cutting off the head, his sword pierced right into their heart.

The heirloom of the bride he held was undoubtedly his sharpness and it was not easy to stop the action of the young man who finished off the opponent without batting an eye.

On the other hand, Mika and Raksa are overwhelmed by Badrika whose strength never runs out despite being injured by Pandji.

Raksa received a sabetage from the crescent moon heirloom belonging to badrika until his arm was seriously injured.

His face paled because of the amount of blood flowing out, there was not the slightest chance to rest because Badrika's attack was very close to him and Mika.

Compared to Badrika, Raksa is still very less experienced. His magic ability was still immature even though he was holding an heirloom spear with dragon energy in it. While Mika has just faced Andara.

The duet of two of Pandji's favorite people is not able to withstand the power of Badrika.

“Raksa ..!” mika's screams are stuck. Her sister slashed a few meters and fell to her knees on the wet ground, landing uneventfully among the flower plants belonging to her great-grandfather.

Fresh blood came out from the mouth of Raksa, his hand which was still holding a spear to fend off Badrika's attack shook violently. He groaned withstanding the pain in the arms and also the chest. His body started to sink as Oma Dina pulled him out of the demons that started coming to take his life.

A single puncture in the muzzle stopped the magical creature that was about to attack the oma from behind and a single strike in front made the head that had just bared the fangs move from its place. Two maroz are knocked down and disappeared by a big oma keris.

Oma Dina forced Raksa to swallow her mother's concoction before her condition worsened due to a lot of blood loss. Before long, Raksa's pale face began to return in color. "Where's Gia, Oma?"

The old woman just turned her head towards Mika and Badrika, Gia was screaming loudly holding two crescent moon heirlooms that almost cut off her neck. Kujang Cakrabuana got out of her little hand.

"Mas Pandji .. Gia doesn't want to die yet!" gia shouted splitting the sound of rain.

Three maung simultaneously pounced on Badrika, while the other bit on Gia's fallen heirloom and brought the little girl away from the fight.

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