The perception of a Demigod-Tier powerhouse far surpassed that of lower-tier fighters. The moment the Iron Blood Brotherhood's warriors charged into the underground world, the Demigod-Tier Blade Demon Thomas had already sensed them.
After hastily arranging his weapons and equipment, Thomas flew out of the temple and arrogantly looked down at the invading enemies. In this region, he had not encountered an opponent in a very long time.
Normally, every nearby race would reveal fear and pleading in their eyes upon seeing a demigod like him. Especially several years ago, when a legion had invaded the underground world—the despair in their eyes when they saw him had been deeply satisfying to Thomas. He wanted to see that look again.
Yet when he stopped in midair and looked down, the more than forty thousand human warriors gazed at the demigod with nothing but the stare of death, as though they were looking at livestock awaiting slaughter.
Thomas was stunned. As a demigod, when had he ever been regarded with such eyes by ordinary creatures? In an instant, he flew into a rage, and purple-black light erupted from the blade-like curved horns all over his body.
Countless purple-black blades of light flew from his body. Just as he was about to launch them in attack, Lu Yang slowly rose into the air. The surging demigod power within him frightened Thomas into immediately shifting his target to Lu Yang.
"A demigod? How can humans have a demigod?" Thomas asked in shock.
"Are those your last words?" Lu Yang transformed into his Demon God Body. Violent crimson flames engulfed him, and a black longsword appeared in his right hand, formed from the Earth Demon God's body. He charged straight at Thomas.
"A fire demigod dares compete with me in close combat?" Thomas seemed insulted.