"I told you. Your end will be right here. Right now you are nothing but a dried up husk without support." The demon corpse which appeared in front of Lazy Wafula said with an uncomfortable smirk plastered on its face. The demon corpse continued,
"This is my domain. Killing me is not conceivable, unless you were on the same level or even a level higher than mine."
Lazy Wafula stood calmly while hearing to the incoherent talk of the demon corpse. He was now out of his energy. even his grip on the handle of the demonic cleaver was quivering, he didn't think that he could swing this cleaver even a little because his energy was dropping slowly by slowly until it stopped at his supposed level which was level three.
Although reluctant, Lazy Wafula kept his demonic cleaver since he didn't have the energy to swing it. He summoned his Evil Eye sword instead.
