Demon Emperor Zerathos glared at Nolan with intense hatred.
Ever since ascending the throne, no one had ever dared to insult him so openly.
He took a deep breath before replying coldly, "Don't get too excited. I haven't even gotten serious yet."
He raised one hand high and called out, "Hellscar!"
BOOM!
The sky darkened once more as purple clouds spiraled together, forming a massive vortex overhead.
BOOM!
Red and black lightning tore across the sky, as though the world itself was on the verge of collapse.
Then, from the center of the vortex, a small star-like light descended at terrifying speed.
As it drew closer, its true form became clear—a black sword.
The moment the sword landed in his hand, Demon Emperor Zerathos swung it casually to the side.
BOOM!
In an instant, the ground within a two-hundred-meter radius split apart. It wasn't just the earth—even the air itself seemed to crack, followed by a deafening explosion.
Nolan stared at the sword in shock.
