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Aside from Lilith, every other Demon presently in the Village Square was dumbfounded beyond measure.
Their jaws were not just nearly touching the ground, their mouths were wide open as if expecting a swarm of insects to fly in, and their eyes bulged as though they might pop out of their sockets.
They continued gawking at Xylen, who had been teetering on the edge of defeat and death moments ago but was now pulsating with a sinister energy that radiated malevolence beyond comprehension.
His gaze. His stance. His aura—everything about him exuded pure demon hood, a level that most of them had never felt before.
The spectacle was so astonishing that the blood-drenched battlefield had ground to a complete standstill.
Whether it was the guards, the rebel faction, the villagers, or even Kaelrik himself, every single one of them gazed as though their very souls had already departed their bodies.
No one could move, no one could breathe, and no one could think.
