"Ah~ Yes, let's test my current strength," Vergil said as he prepared himself.
He stopped, his legs slightly flexing as his eyes tracked the slow, threatening movement of the giant demon, a towering behemoth comparable to the height of a bus.
It was like a small hill of demonic flesh and muscle, its skin dark as coal, crisscrossed with glowing crimson fissures of demonic energy that pulsed like veins.
The chains in its hands scraped the ground with a deafening, metallic sound, leaving deep and dangerous gouges in their wake.
"A prisoner, huh?" Vergil muttered, seeing it stomp toward him. The other demons were too focused on his beautiful wives.
"Come on, big guy… Come…" For a brief moment, Vergil felt a surge of excitement shoot through his body.
Finally, something that could actually provide a worthy challenge.
