No Surrender

As Blake moved through the hoard of clones, the red mist coming off him thickened and with this, his speed increased, reaching a level which could only clearly be followed by Rehabab and Kail.

With the lightening surrounding the clones and the potent mana which they had been created with, at the moment, each of Kail's clones was powerful enough to face off against a few average second-order beings and emerge victorious, yet here was Blake rushing through them like they were standing sticks.

Quickly getting over the shock of losing his forearm, while retreating Kail brainstormed as much as he could on how exactly Blake was being impervious to his attacks, and in the end, when nothing came to mind, he lifted his right hand, pointing his index finger at the approaching demon and at the tip of finger, he had mana rapidly gathering.