"How about I give you a taste of death?" Sato glanced at the Nightmare Devil as he tightened his grip on his sword.
"Hehe. Why don't you try?" The Nightmare Devil grinned.
"[Astral Might]" Sato said with a low voice.
Immediately, a billowing invisible force burst forth from Sato's figure. Like the aura of a godly dragon, it pressed forth against the Nightmare Devil; countering its mental pressure and the natural pressure from the mountain. Sato had channeled his emotions into the passive skill, increasing the strength of it by one-fold.
"Hehe. I admit that this aura of yours is quite impressive but if you plan on beating me with this alone, then you might as well just fall over a rock and die." The Nightmare Devil commented, seemingly unaffected by the pressure from Sato.
