"You want me to die with just some inferior work arranged by your Black Demon Sect in the Azure Origin Dao Sect?" Ethan sneered, sarcasm dripping like poison from his words.
With that, he took a step forward—a deliberate, unyielding advance.
One formation barrier after another folded behind him, powerless before his will.
He passed through the third layer and stopped only when the distance was just enough to spot the figure before him: Azraeth V'khorath.
Demons bore resemblance to humans—yet the strongest among their kind stood apart, marked by power and bloodline.
Azraeth V'khorath was the living embodiment of this distinction.
Towering and solidly muscled, his blue-black skin shimmered under the dark light, etched with demonic patterns that spoke of ancient, unstoppable might.
Half his body was consumed by these demonic marks—a testament to his cultivation talent, bloodline and heritage.
