Solordo scratched his head, wondering what would he do now. Although he could feel a demonic aura emanating from inside the mansion, it was weaker compared to Scarface and his band of cold-blooded brothers.
'Strange. The demonic auras of those dead brothers vanished out of nowhere.'
He stared at Scarface's dead body, then at the three others in the distance. He opened his system panel and thought.
'It is said here that I can sense demonic or divine aura due to me assimilating with that stupid flame dragon.'
'Well… maybe my strikes aren't imbued with divinity…? But that's impossible.'
'I'll find an answer to that later.'
A loud shout distracted his thoughts, turning his head to the entrance of the mansion.
"Oh, there you are, Jinmu. Where the hell have you been?"
Jinmu casually walked out while pointing at Llurrello's pale figure, "Deal with him. We'll go inside now and assist them to the best of our abilities."
