"So, you're my opponent on this battlefield, huh?"
At the sound of the voice, Guren was stunned and turned his gaze to the side, where he saw a handsome yet stern man approaching with a leisurely pace and a nonchalant smile on his lips.
Guren quickly became alert, fixing the man with a sharp gaze.
"Are you one of the Demon Generals who leads the Demon Race's troops?" Guren asked coldly, his grip tightening on the sword in his right hand.
Before the battle began, he noticed four leaders among the ranks of the Demon Race army: a middle-aged man, a silver-haired beauty, a big and tall man resembling Valen, and finally, a handsome man with a stern gaze—this man now standing before him.
Upon hearing Guren's question, the handsome man instantly halted and looked up at Guren with interest.
"Oh? It seems you know a bit about me," he asked curiously.
"If I do, what does it matter to you?" Guren replied indifferently, showing no goodwill.
