He swore he had never seen a face so deathly pale. Even when he had just been turned into a vampire, his complexion had never looked like this—like someone who might die at any moment.
"Looks like you're missing someone. Weren't there supposed to be eight generals?" Mel's voice rang clearly in the Demon King's ears.
"Unfortunately, I haven't found an eighth person yet. How about you?" The Demon King locked onto Mel. He had sensed it the moment Mel dispersed his magic power.
For a human to possess this much magic power was truly remarkable.
"Sorry, kid. I helped you deal with the red dragon, but you sent a defective product to the island before that, and it caused me quite a bit of trouble." The Primal Witch was now one of the Demon King's generals. With her appearing alongside these people, it would be difficult for Mel to escape even if she did not make a move.
"Couldn't you have solved that with just one spell?"
"Mm. I killed that defective product. Defective bloodlines should not exist in this world. Those church bastards did quite a few things with my blood." The Primal Witch slowly retreated, leaving space for the battle.
The moment the Primal Witch appeared, the surrounding space had already been sealed by magic power. Under these circumstances, teleportation magic would not work unless the seal was broken.
"You're the Demon King, right? I can sense the utterly pure magic power within your body, as well as its rejection of external magic power. I think you should be immune to all magical attacks."
"That's right! Want to give it a try?" The Demon King's calm eyes seemed to regain their light in an instant. He could not see Mel's future.
But for someone destined to die,