His heart was like an ancient well, flat and unrippled, even indifferent.
Boulders, like meteorites, smashed down and exploded into pieces on impact, yet they could not make the demon idol's head lower by even a fraction. A golden-red dragon engulfed its form, scorched by intense heat, yet the demon idol could not even twitch a finger. Ice crystal tornadoes swept over, unable to even leave a white mark on its armor.
Those attacks, which seemed so mighty and powerful they could frighten a normal person to death, appeared like child's play in front of the demon idol.
The effects were so powerless, so childish, so frail.
Once Casio entered his demon idol state, not even attacks from top fighters could penetrate his defenses! Only fighters of equal extreme could barely manage it, normal attacks were insufficient, it had to be either a killing move or with all their might. Such a level of defense, such a level of physique. How powerless, how desperate it must make the enemy feel.
