Azrael stood still.
He could not continue like this. If this went on, he would lose… no. In truth, he had already lost, and it was only a matter of time before it became obvious.
He did not want to admit it, but this monster was not something he could face alone. His eyes turned bloodshot for a moment.
Him! The great Crown Prince of the demon continent, the future Demon King! Was he really being defeated by a human? And not just any human, but a low, nameless one?
It was ridiculous. Laughable.
If the high authorities of the demon continent learned about this, he would lose all legitimacy for his current position. At that point, he would never be able to raise his head before his father again and would have to endure eternal humiliation.
The more he thought about it, the more certain he became.
He must not lose. He could not lose.
"There's only one way."
He did not want to use that trump card unless he was forced to. Unfortunately, he had no other choice.
