"I am very satisfied, hahaha! I shall reward you!"
Lancelot was startled, ready to refuse, when a fearsome energy had already surged into his body.
"This bit of Flame Essence should be enough for your advancement. Perhaps one day you too will become a Lord like Baro. When that day comes, come before my throne, kneel down, and swear your loyalty to me in the name of the Stygian River, wahahaha!"
The flames spiked like an explosion to their maximum before suddenly extinguishing, along with the face of the Demon Lord that vanished into thin air.
Lancelot dropped down on his backside and immediately entered a state of cultivation. The energy that had poured into him was like a red-hot iron ball, rampaging through his body. Had the demon stayed a few more seconds, Lancelot's physical body might have been completely destroyed by the energy.
