"Is he frightened?" one of the Quasi-Rank 4 angels asked.
Although injured to varying degrees and unable to heal, all of them were stunned.
Throughout their battle with this demon, he had always worn that unsettling smirk, one that seemed to say, directly or indirectly:
I have everything under control.
No matter what they did, no matter the attacks they unleashed, it felt like pouring a bottle of water into an ocean. It couldn't even create a ripple, let alone harm this demon.
No wonder his name had been recorded in the Book of Life and Death.
He truly deserved it. Monster now felt like an understatement.
Under their watchful eyes, the demon slowly turned back toward them, his expression solemn.
"Seems you angels always have one trick or another. A race that has existed since the beginning of time… yeah, that judgment makes sense," Void commented, his voice calm as his thoughts drifted elsewhere.
If angels are already like this… then how terrifying was the ancient Abyss?
