The Hyperion demon narrowed his gaze at the new insect who had dared to intercept his attack.
His eyes settled on the figure standing with unnerving ease, one finger effortlessly pressed against the blade of his sword.
A human.
"And who might you be, human?"
He asked, his voice low and laced with a chilling undertone, eyes glinting with lethal intent.
The rest of the group struggled to even perceive his casual strikes, let alone withstand them, yet this human had stopped one with ease.
As for Seraphim, the only reason she had survived his onslaught was because he had held back. He had no intention of inflicting lethal damage, not yet.
After all, what pleasure was there in playing with a body already on the verge of collapse?
"Oh, me?"
Anthony said with a relaxed smile.
"I figured you'd know, given how popular I've become among your kind"
By now, the demons had gathered military-grade intelligence on him, his cultivation rank, abilities, and techniques.
