And such a powerful demon, once its battle awareness awoke, there would be no chance for Angel to confront it.
Now it was just the tongue, but next time, the demon might employ even more means, like energy attacks or, perhaps… imposing pressure.
By then, Angel would undoubtedly be facing death.
After using a healing technique to temporarily stop the bleeding from his wounds, Angel became more vigilant in the presence of the demon.
In the following period, as Angel had speculated, the demon’s tactics became increasingly diverse. He had to use the Gravity Meridian several times just to narrowly evade. Yet even so, his body still sustained many wounds.
After a while, Angel felt his entire face burning hot, sweat evaporating, steaming his eyes blurry.
Though the wounds on his body were not fatal, the excessive blood loss was causing him to show signs of fainting.
On the other hand, the demon seemed to grow more lucid and move faster.
Angel knew that he probably wouldn’t hold out much longer.
Drip, drop, drip, drop—Angel no longer tried to distinguish whether this sound was blood dripping or the demon’s saliva.
He lifted his head to find the demon already before him.
Angel gritted his teeth and rallied his energy for another roll. He reached the other side and tossed out a few energy items, hoping to buy a bit more time.
He could feel the ground beginning to shake, indicating that the destruction of Lassudral was drawing ever nearer.
Maybe, if he could drag it out a little longer, the changing structure of the ground might give him a chance to escape.
However, Angel was disappointed. This time, the demon didn’t even glance at the energy items, but instead whirls and attacks Angel—
“Would you like to become my follower?”
By now, Angel’s strength was nearly spent, and it seemed impossible to dodge the demon’s strike. But just at that moment, time around him seemed to stop, and Angel could see the demon’s tongue protruding from its mouth, frozen mid-air.
Angel’s body couldn’t move either, but his thoughts remained unaffected.
“Would you like to become my follower?” The question echoed in Angel’s mind for the second time.
Angel’s gaze drifted toward the center of the hall. There was no one else who would ask such a question except the sinister scholar.
A cold sneer surfaced in Angel’s heart; indeed, the awakening of this demon and their entrapment in the hall were all the sinister scholar’s doing… He chose to pose the question now, thinking Angel wouldn’t refuse.
To refuse would likely mean death at the hands of that demon.
Angel’s mind weighed frantically— to stay alive, it seemed he might have to become the sinister scholar’s follower. But once a follower, his future would be nearly entirely controlled by the Demon God, even his soul would belong to the Demon God.
Reason told Angel that he should submit, but a rebellious emotion within him surged relentlessly.
That rebellious emotion even led Angel’s mind back to the events of the Twilight auction, wondering if he could replicate that situation, if he could summon the creatures of the Nightmare Realm… if only he had the power to turn the tables…
Every thought of Angel’s was visible to the sinister scholar.
When Angel thought of the Queen of the Nightmare Realm, the sinister scholar’s heart skipped a beat, sensing an uncertain danger.
At that moment, the sinister scholar didn’t dare to delve any deeper into Angel’s internal thoughts.
Seeing that Angel had yet to respond, after weighing his options for a moment, the sinister scholar slowly said—