Witnessing his prideful Devouring ORDER being shattered outright by John's brute force, the expression of Soul-Devouring Devil Ghana darkened immediately.
For some reason, the energy emanating from John felt faintly familiar to him.
Ghana, filled with uncertainty, fixed his gaze on John, his hand tightly gripping the silvery Libra.
"Who exactly are you? How can a human possess such immense strength? This defies all logic."
Indeed, Ghana's statement had merit.
It is commonly known that there's a limit to human potential.
No matter how gifted a human is in their cultivation, they cannot rival a deity.
Ghana, though injured, is a Devil after all - a weakened camel is still larger than a horse.
He never imagined that one day he'd be cornered by a mere human.
John twirled the Divine Palace in his hand, resting it behind him.
