The demon saw him run into the clearing, and a wide grin appeared on its face.
Astaroth, on the other hand, was less than enthused when he scanned his opponent.
*Demon Reconnaissance Leader*
Level: 60
Grade: Elite (Zone Boss)
HP: 365,550
MP: 55,680
Astaroth looked dejected for a second.
'Any damage I had done to it is now gone. Freaking demons, I swear.'
From the back of his head, he heard Gäap's rebuke.
'Hey. It is not our fault your kind is weak of body. Blame your genes for not blessing you with similar physiques to us demons.'
Astaroth wanted to face-palm so hard right now.
But now was not the time for an internal dispute with a prince of hell. Astaroth already had two minutes of melding with Gäap gone, and time was still ticking.
His next best option was to use the spell he had wanted to try out for a while. The reason he hadn't yet, was that it came with a massive drawback.
