"Even if I can't beat you," the Abyssal Demon King thought shamefully, "as long as I can escape, I can outlast you and wear you down to death!" But it didn't feel there was anything wrong with that idea.
Because it was the truth!
In the blink of an eye, a myriad of thoughts flashed through the mind of the Abyssal Demon King, and a fierce glint surfaced in its desperate eyes. That hint of ferocity added to the already turbulent aura it emitted, to the point where the crew aboard the merchant ship found their breath nearly halting.
The Abyssal Demon King thrashed its eight massive tentacles, churning the waters for miles around, rapidly forming an enormous whirlpool in this area of the sea, within which a devilish wind blew fiercely, carrying clouds of demonic mist. These clouds rubbed against each other, sparking crackling thunder and lightning.
