CHAPTER 958
Before anybody could do or say anything else, the Emperor had decided to take matters into his own hands.
Despite his fragile condition and the harrowing fact that he could perish from the sheer strain of combat, he still chose to initiate an attack.
The simple truth was that he was bored; after years of political stagnation and illness, he needed to flex his hands once more and feel the rush of true power.
The moment he took a single step forward, he vanished from view entirely.
A ripple of dark shadows could be seen undulating beneath the demon's feet, signaling an imminent strike.
Even without physical eyes, it seemed the creature was able to 'see' through some otherworldly sensory perception.
Its gaze drifted to the ground, and without hesitation, it vaulted into the air with explosive force just as Julius' hand reached out from the gloom to seize it.
Unfortunately, the Emperor grabbed nothing but empty air.
