"Chang Wei, save me!"
Esdeath failed to claw her way back from the brink of death.
That was not to say the Spartan Demon race lacked the ability to survive near-death situations.
On the contrary, they were born with formidable restoration ability and Regeneration ability. Even when gravely wounded and on the verge of death, they could rise again through sheer Life Force and continue fighting.
However, to Esdeath, such an ability was like Kyoka Suigetsu—visible yet forever out of reach.
It was not that the Spartan Demons' abilities had failed, but that her own magic power had reached its limit after the successive fierce battles and expenditure.
Her body was like a shriveled fruit squeezed dry, unable to release even the slightest bit of strength.
Black Rakshasa's pupils suddenly contracted. Before He could mount any effective resistance, He felt as though the entire world had come crashing down upon the top of the head.
Chang Wei's foot seemed to rest there casually, yet it carried the weight of ten thousand jun. It made this Demon Lord, once able to run rampant without obstruction, feel unprecedented terror and despair.
The Demon Lord's body trembled slightly. It was a shudder born from the depths of His soul. Demonic Qi poured from Him as He tried to break free of the invisible shackles, but it was all in vain.
Black Rakshasa struggled, trying to escape from beneath Chang Wei's foot, but no matter how hard He tried, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree—utterly futile.
Chang Wei's sole seemed connected to the earth itself, as firm as a mountain. No matter how Black Rakshasa struggled, He could not budge it in the slightest.
"Why not try a little more?"
As he spoke, Chang Wei put even more force into