The Man's Decree

The giant, clutching a scepter, donned a crown of purple and gold. His face was extremely fierce, resembling a great demon lord.

Upon witnessing this scene, Trystan couldn’t help but exclaim in shock, “Demon Summoning!”

“Master, what is Demon Summoning?” Serena asked curiously.

Trystan explained, “This is the ultimate skill of Demonia Sect. Demonia Sect has always resided on Demonia Mountain. Their ability to survive in the depths of Demonia Mountain for thousands of years is all thanks to Demon Summoning. Legend has it that the demon lord manifested from Demon Summoning is not only the protector of Demonia Sect but also the very demon lord that Demonia Mountain suppressed. It is due to this demon lord’s protection that Demonia Sect is able to survive for thousands of years. The moment Mr. Zaffino made his move, he used his best technique. It seems he knows that his opponent isn’t easy to handle…”

Upon hearing this, Faiyar couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly. There is no way this great demon lord could possibly be the one suppressed by Demonia Mountain, let alone the guardian of Demonia Sect! The demon lord that has been suppressed beneath Demonia Mountain is indeed Vermilion Demon Lord from Jared’s memories.

However, such a legend was likely circulated by Demonia Sect themselves, probably just an attempt to boost their own reputation.

“Brat, you’ve killed an elder from Demonia Sect, and now you’re after Demonia Stone. You’re absolutely despicable. Today, let Demonia Sect’s guardian demon take your life!”

After Norman finished speaking, the towering demon behind him leaped into action. With a forceful swing, he aimed his mighty scepter directly at Skylar.

With a body spanning several meters, Skylar felt as insignificant as an ant in front of the demon.

Jared

this? It’s nothing more than a deceptive trick. Is this how your sect manages to survive? By relying on such tricks?” With a cold chuckle, Skylar vanished in an instant,

stood up to the giant demon, his

mist materialized in Skylar’s hand. From within

tossed the cluster of black mist, which instantly transformed

spirit moved like a shooting star, heading straight

Swoosh!

a fleeting moment, the demon’s scepter remained suspended in mid-air, but the malicious spirit had already pierced

pause, a sudden roar erupted

gratitude with a thunderous voice and promptly vanished

to the ground, silently observing

that moment, blood trickled from the corner of Norman’s mouth. He had never imagined that his ultimate skill would fail to withstand even a single move from

swelling with immense emotion. “Hand over Demonia Stone, and I might spare your lives.

he known that Demonia Sect only had this much to offer, he would have asserted his dominance from the very beginning, seizing what he wanted directly. There would have been no

“You-”

refuse, but suddenly,