The Devouring Demon stared at his opponent, his face twisted with a bitter mix of regret and rage.
He had been arrogant.
Even without the strength he once possessed, he'd chosen to toy with this brat.
And now, this was the price.
He would not forget that slash, the one that nearly tore his body apart.
He'd been forced to burn a portion of his remaining life force just to hold himself together. His severed arm still lay on the ground, a reminder of his miscalculation.
He had been hasty.
Across from him, Yu Xuan wore that same irritating smirk, the kind that spoke of confidence earned, not borrowed.
"Ready to die now?" Yu Xuan asked casually, like he wasn't even trying to mock him.
The Devouring Demon's jaw tightened. He hated that tone. Still, he wasn't foolish enough to charge in again. Not without caution.
He closed his eyes.
A pulse of invisible force rippled out from him like a silent roar — a mental attack, sharp and sudden, aimed directly at Yu Xuan's consciousness.
