Gurulu seemed to pay little attention to his surroundings, instead getting more and more excited, moving increasingly fiercely, completely suppressing the Juvenile Demon.
His skin gradually turned red, then dark red, then black, as constant force bombarded the Demon.
"Beast! Come, continue."
He laughed heartily, continuously swinging his club, creating a large pit over a hundred meters wide in the camp's ground.
The Juvenile Demon felt its body being slowly shattered, sensing the danger.
If this continued, it would probably die here!
No creature, whether human or demon, is indifferent to its own death.
The Juvenile Demon suddenly exploded with full power, opening its mouth wide, biting out a large chunk of flesh from Gurulu's chest, and in the moment of Gurulu's pain, broke free from the suppression, transforming into a black light and escaping the encirclement of blood-colored thorns.
