"Fuck you," Reign grumbled in anger.
Although he managed to block the actual sword, the wind coming from it struck his body, leaving him severely wounded. He couldn't feel pain, but he was well aware that he was now weakened.
He had underestimated the hunters after witnessing Anna deal with them so effortlessly.
Now, wounded, he realized that he was wrong in his assumption. This realization stung his ego more than the actual physical damaged he suffered.
"You can talk?" Jake immediately adjusted his stance after hearing Reign's words.
For a demon to speak, it meant it was on the brink of breaking through the middle rank.
However, he could tell that the demon in front of him was still lacking in strength.
This begged the question: Where did he get his intelligence from?
And his assumption was correct; lower demons could barely speak at all.
