Leonard Churchill hid in the distance, watching the Red Skin Demon, standing five meters tall, wreathed in black flame, its head crowned with exaggerated Demon Horns like those of an antelope, his expression inexplicably grave.
Even the Second Tier A-rank Catastrophes he had seen before never gave him this feeling of unease, this slight palpitation, just at a glance.
That kind of domineering pressure, it wasn't merely the gap in tier, more importantly, it was a gap in the level of life itself.
Thinking about it, it's got to be the description "Pureblood Demon".
He had previously seen some descriptions of "High-level Beings" and "Lower-level Beings" in ancient books.
Beings like gods, dragons, demon gods, and elves from myth and legend, all are high-level beings, innately possessing transcendence, it's the power granted by their high-level bloodline.
And humans belong to one of the intellectual races among lower-level beings.
