Stretching over a thousand kilometers, a small mountain range covered in red trees collapsed across a range of hundreds of kilometers under the impact of Damon Lopes, lifting billowing smoke and dust.
"Cough, cough!! Damn it, as expected of the Demon Clan, so insidious."
Damon Lopes wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking somewhat somberly at the demon king shrouded in dark demon air above, feeling he had been a bit careless.
Or rather, he had hit a snag this time.
Under normal conditions, with his Nine-fold Peak cultivation, mastering two types of Innate Thunder Power and starting to refine the Supreme Thunder Law, he should have been able to suppress an early Myth demon king.
Even a Mid-Myth demon king could face him head-on.
But he hadn't expected that this demon king, who turned to flee at the first sign of the great war erupting, would be so terrible in strength—feeling even a late-Myth king might not be a match for him.
