There was only silence that lingered in the air after the demon had been sent flying like this.
No one was able to say a thing since they didn't expect the match to be decided in a single blow like this.
They all couldn't help looking at Shaka with shocked looks, but in truth, Shaka also had a shocked look as he looked at the strange sword in his hand. It was just a good thing that his shocked expression was hidden by the hood on his face or else it would have affected the morale of the knights and soldiers.
He knew that it wasn't his power that had sent the demon flying like that.
There was no way that his attack would be strong enough to do that much damage, especially against demons that had skin that was strengthened by magic.
So it had to be the power of this strange sword that had done it.
But just how did this strange sword have this much power?
At the same time, just what was Zwein's identity that he was able to bring out this kind of magic weapon?
It seemed that he had underestimated Zwein once more.
But even if the knights and soldiers were stunned, that didn't mean that the undead would stop.
They had been given a single order and even if the one that had given them this order had been knocked out, the order was still there. They wouldn't stop attacking even if the knights and soldiers were stunned.
A few of the knights and soldiers were injured because of this, but it also pulled them back to the fight.
At the same time, the knights were about to move back into formation after moving away to let the demon fly out, but they heard someone shout something.
"Grab him and bring him back in!"
The knights were taken aback by this, but they also quickly followed the order since it had been said in a tone that they couldn't resist.
The knights quickly grabbed the unconscious demon and brought him inside of the line that they had created.
If they had hesitated for even a second, they would have been overrun by the zombies that had returned to their original position.
So they ran like dogs to get back into the line of knights with the demon in hand.
Once they were in, the knights behind them pushed back the undead that charged forward to bite and swipe at them.
Only when they were inside the line did they let out a sigh of relief.
But it was far from over yet.
As soon as they brought the demon back in, I immediately went over to where the demon had been thrown onto the ground. Without waiting for them to move, I pushed right through the knights so that I was standing over the demon.
When the knights saw this, they all couldn't help being surprised before one of them said, "What are you doing? Stop playing around!"
But I just calmly said, "The demon is the one controlling the undead. Unless we find out how he's doing it, we will eventually be swallowed by the undead around us. So you're the ones that need to stop playing around!"
In the face of my fierce voice, the knights couldn't help backing down.
After all, they knew that I was right.
So they turned to look at the demon, but they all revealed looks of pity when they saw the shape that the demon was in.
The demon's chest completely collapsed, showing that he had broken several ribs in the fight. At the same time, his limbs were all in weird directions, making it clear that they had been dislocated.
He was most likely in pain that was greater than dying and if he was awake, he would be screaming from the pain.
But I didn't care at all about any of this.
I went forward and leaned in above the demon before reaching out to slap the demon in the face.
I slapped again and again when I saw the demon wasn't waking up.
As I slapped the demon, I just had a calm and emotionless look on my face which made me seem like a crazy person.
As they saw me like this, all of the knights couldn't help feeling fearful.
They had a low opinion of me because they thought that I was someone who was just relying on my powerful guard to have a say. But now they realized that perhaps I wasn't as simple as I seemed…
I might be quite the terrifying person with the way that I slapped the demon without any hesitation.
Eventually, the demon slowly woke up because of the slapping, but when he woke up, he was still being slapped.
"What…is…going…on?" The demon said in between slaps.
Seeing that he woke up, I gave two final slaps to vent my feelings before grabbing his hair and lifting his head up to say, "How are you controlling the undead? If you don't tell me, I'll make sure that you suffer."
"Huh?" The demon revealed a very confused look when he heard this, but then his expression suddenly changed to fill with pain as he finally realized what state his body was in.
"Ah!" The demon roared out, but all he received in return was a slap.
I then said again, "Where is the thing you're using to control the undead? Speak now or don't blame me for being ruthless."
The demon winced as he adjusted to the pain before saying through gritted teeth, "Who are…"
Before he could finish, I slapped him across the face again before saying, "You only have two options here. One, you get slapped or two, you tell me what you're using to control the undead."
The demon was slowly realizing what was happening here, so he spat out a mouthful of blood at me which I easily dodged before saying, "You'll never get anything out of me."
I just said with a cold smile, "Is that so? I've met many demons who have said the same thing as you."
The demon didn't know why, but he couldn't help feeling a chill run down his spine when he heard this.