"This is… the souls of the demons who died in the Demon Sealing Cave."
Ethan glanced at the black mist calmly.
Within it, countless distorted figures wailed and twisted. Among them were several familiar silhouettes—one in particular stood out clearly. It was the demon that had used illusion and tried to trap him when he first entered the Demon Sealing Cave.
Azraeth V'khorath was ruthless to the extreme.
Not only had he devoured the flesh, blood, and life essence of his fellow demons to strengthen himself, he had also preserved their souls—now using them as fuel for a forbidden technique.
Cruel.
Absolute cruelty.
But no matter how far Azraeth pushed himself, it was meaningless.
Even if Ethan had not stepped into the Supreme realm, his strength back when he was only at the seventh turn of Nirvana would still have been enough to completely erase Azraeth from existence.
"Old demon, you're truly vicious," Ethan said lightly, a faint smile on his face.
