Right now he had no need for Experience at all, but the problem was that his Rules and Power would inevitably draw Experience out of any Otherworld Life he killed.
Pure waste, utterly meaningless.
Sensing the ripple left by that Demon as it fled just now, Kana lifted his hand and waggled a finger.
"Doable. A teleport escape like that just now—I should be able to cut it off quite easily."
He thought for a moment, then swung his hand down.
Invisible ripples spread out through the space around him.
Far away, in the Demons' camp, the Demon Commander let out a shriek and toppled out from within; one of his arms had been inexplicably severed in the midst of his escape, sliced off somewhere in the depths of space.
He had not the slightest idea what had happened.
With their main general defeated and fleeing in disgrace, the Demon army—already stalled by the Night Watchers' powerful Defense—saw its morale collapse in an instant.
