The Demon King's eyes burned with rage and killing intent. "You insignificant ant who barely managed to reach the third realm. You think this borrowed power will be enough to protect you from my wrath!" His voice echoed through the massive hall, each word dripping with contempt.
The soul force emerging from the Demon King only grew stronger as his rage and hatred burst forth, causing space-time itself to fracture under the overwhelming might he was unleashing. Cain and Meylin were pushed to the other end of the colossal hall, the sheer force of the clash forcing them back. Neither dared to even approach the epicenter of the confrontation; the shockwaves and destructive energy had generated a death field that neither could hope to endure.
