The terrifying aura of the Archdemon made Raymond instinctively wary, but her heavily injured state did not give off any sense of real danger.
Instead, his Spare of War God began to tremble lightly, transmitting a craving that he had never felt before.
It was as if slaying the Archdemon would bring him immense benefits!
This was the first time he'd experienced such a sensation since acquiring the Spare of War God.
"Well, thank you for delivering fresh blood to me. My spear has been thirsting for too long!"
He licked his lips, gripping his spear tightly as the aura around him surged upward.
However, just then, a voice brimming with murderous intent suddenly echoed in his ears, reverberating through his mind:
"Heh, Raymond, or should I call you the Founding Emperor of Kyrik, do you remember me?"
Hearing this somewhat familiar voice, Raymond immediately turned in its direction and saw Owen walking step by step towards the valley.
