C1009 Demon or angel
The lance stabbed at my chest, sharp as the wind.
I had a feeling that I was caught off guard and subconsciously dodged, but I discovered that when the long spear came piercing over, a whirlpool of disodium appeared in my surroundings, pulling me away.
I had no choice but to stretch out my hand and grab the spear, pushing it backwards under the force of the rushing force