Attention

Archdemon: Scorching Vankov

He had been a born harbinger of war. Every time the Spinal Ones launched a military conflict, he charged at the very front alongside the vanguard.

Whether it was internal hellish war drills or external wars of world invasion, it was always the same.

Even outside of war, he could never sit still. He actively participated in all kinds of upper-level competitions, constantly keeping himself in a blood-soaked state.

Only opponents he deemed worthy would have their symbol-marked armor plates removed after being killed and embedded into his own body with special rivets.

But...

This strange, mismatched Archdemon before him, who did not even quite resemble a Spinal One, gave him an entirely different feeling.

He was unlike every Spinal One Vankov had encountered, unlike every life-form he had slaughtered across different worlds.

It was a very strange sensation.

The other man's eyes seemed able to see through the "gaps" in his flesh.

The other man's tongue seemed able to taste the "flavor" of every ambush.

Not only had his first surprise attack been perfectly evaded, but he had also been slashed. What looked like a simple cut had swiftly traveled along the gaps in his armor.

If he had not retreated immediately, a huge chunk of flesh would likely have been carved from his body. Even his core spine might have been injured.

Vankov no longer underestimated his opponent and unleashed his full strength.

"Deep Spinal Opening."

In an instant, magma formations erupted across the classroom area that had originally belonged to Luo Di, and the entire space began heating up to an extreme degree.

The environmental changes were secondary.

The true threat and transformation lay within the Archdemon himself.

The metallic trophy plates embedded in his body melted and fell away one after another, returning