Demon Vic could not even lift its fingers. The pressure of death was spreading from its heart.
Endless fear rose inside it, as if they were going to devour it.
The puppet in front of it was like an incarnation of Death, waving its sickle at it.
Just as death was about to arrive, Demon Vic finally understood why the world was targeting this human.
It turned out it was overthinking when it thought it could deal with this human alone. Or rather, the Tower Defense world had underestimated this human's strength.
How could it resist the attack of this puppet? It was simply a joke. To think that it had said such boastful words just now.
The puppet in front of it was getting closer and closer. Demon Vic gritted its teeth and mobilized all its strength to slowly take a step back.
This caused the approaching Undead Archangel to stop and look at this demon who was preparing to resist with interest.
