However, before Rong Lua could pursue his thoughts, the three-eyed demon coldly snorted, a guttural sound that vibrated through the air like grinding metal.
A burst of hellish flames jetted from its nose, the fiery breath scorching the ground and instantly raising the temperature until the air itself shimmered.
The sudden appearance of Rong Lua was nothing short of a slap across the demon's face—an insult that ignited a murderous rage deep within its core.
The crimson light around its gigantic frame intensified, rolling off its skin like molten lava.
Without the slightest warning, the demon raised one massive arm, its thick muscles coiling like compressed steel, and then—
Punched.
Sizzle—!
The simple, almost casual motion tore the air apart.
The surrounding air warped violently.
The space between demon and human rippled like heated glass, stretching unnaturally as if the world itself was being pulled apart.
