The demon's eyes were becoming weak and lifeless.
It was obvious that he was about to die.
But would that demon accept defeat like this?
The answer was obviously no.
He was the leader of an army!
And that demon had been taught that if he knew he was about to die, he should try to take as many people with him as possible.
"Yes, I may have lost. But… you're not the winner, human."
The demon chuckled.
Like someone who had just escaped from a mental hospital.
"Huh?"
And that statement from the demon really made Kael feel puzzled.
Then, the demon's hand quickly formed a gun, and slowly pointed it at Hans Varun.
"…!"
At this moment, he finally understood what the demon's intentions were.
This time, it was Kael, the victor, who was in extreme panic.
Perhaps… it was too late.
"Never!"
It was never too late!
Before his mind could catch up with the situation, his body reacted first.
