At another side of the forest, Dean, who had returned to his regular form, was leaning against a tree while standing.
Holding his midsection, which was filled with wounds, as blood covered his whole body, he had a faint smile on his face. He seemed to enjoy the pain he was feeling.
The form he used caused his body to start rotting, as it was something that humans should not use at all. His high regeneration power was working to prevent the injuries from spreading, but the effect was minimal.
Feeling proud of his achievement, Dean slowly raised his eyes to the sky. But the faint smile on his face disappeared immediately.
"There's still a long way to go," the white-haired hero said, as he surveyed the sky above him.
He had just defeated another one of the demon lord's underlings, but he knew that there were many more still out there.
