Nancy's eyes narrowed.
"So many..." she muttered.
Max, however, only smiled faintly.
His gaze passed calmly over the thousands of demons surrounding him, and there was not the slightest trace of panic in his expression. Instead, he looked almost amused, as if the scene before him had confirmed exactly what he had expected from the beginning.
At the front of the demon army, two figures slowly walked forward.
The first was Karo.
He looked completely different from the confident demon who had entered Arena Seven with a smile, because although he had revived after death, the humiliation of being killed by Max had not disappeared.
Beside Karo stood another demon.
This demon was taller and broader, with dark red skin, sharp black horns, and a face that bore a faint resemblance to Karo's, though his features were rougher, colder, and far more brutal. His crimson eyes carried none of Karo's earlier playful arrogance.
