Hearing Derik's words Demos' lips curled up slightly and his rage vanished almost instantly. His chaotic aura calmed down and flowed back into his body as he sat down once again, staring at Derik in a friendly manner as if none of this had ever happened.
"Sole God? Pfft! This is a domain, not a realm… If I were to battle you seriously, I can kill you in this domain of yours if I wish to…" Demos chuckled lightly as he released his aura.
At this very moment, Derik watched in horror as Demos aura spread across his boundless domain like a plague, trying to subdue his control over his own world! He felt like he was bound by countless shackles from an unknown source which was also forcibly draining him of his mana!
AT THIS POINT, HE WAS LITERARILY CHOKING.
His eyes dilated as an illusion of a hundred-meter tall grim reaper, standing behind the angel of death with a massive black scythe in its hands and two pairs of black angel wings appeared and beads of sweat rolled down his cheek.
