"Did you all forget your way?"
The moment those words left his mouth, fury surged through the Saints present. Unimaginable rage coursed through their veins as realization struck them all at once.
The source of the natural disasters ravaging the world, the cause behind the countless deaths, was standing right in front of them.
It was this demon.
"YOU BASTARD!!!"
Saint Nichole completely lost his composure, after all the demons have killed so many students and along the way who knows how many deaths he had witnessed, thus all that anger was now coming out of him.
The instant his shout rang out, he rushed forward, tearing through the air. In the blink of an eye, he had already crossed several hundred meters, appearing directly before Orien.
At the same time, Orien casually waved his hand. A sword formed instantly in his grasp, forged entirely from condensed demonic energy.
