The Matchstick Man, engulfed in flames, hovered several thousand meters away from Spiral Mountain,
yet the powerful impact from the gunshot still knocked him back dozens of meters.
"Boss has gotten quite a bit stronger again... At this rate, even if Arthur isn't here, we can still display the family's original strength.
This Spiral Mountain is quite strange.
The behavior of these Otherworldly Demons really is impossible to fathom. To think he used such a complete sealing method to hide himself deep within the mountain.
Either his true body is extremely weak, and he only excels at remotely controlling puppets.
Or he has some unspeakable secret of manipulation that he wishes to keep others from discovering."
Among the family, John the Matchstick Man was considered someone who balanced temperament with reason. Yet no matter what, he could not have imagined it.
As an Otherworldly Demon that placed "loyalty above all else," and one living among his own kind in an independent world, there was actually an exceedingly dangerous "uncontrollable factor" who needed to be sealed away separately.
"John, get over here."
"Coming."
The Matchstick Man streaked through the air as a line of fire and landed at the shattered "Seal Entrance."
Waves of eerie, screeching sounds clung to the broken cave opening, continuously crawling outward.
Upon hearing such sounds,
one even felt the discomfort of having fingers shoved into one's ears.
"Disgusting!"
The Matchstick Man expanded his high-temperature domain. The heat distorted the surrounding space severely as he attempted to block out the disruption of those strange sounds.
At the same time, he extended his right arm into the opening.
His thumb and middle finger pressed together.
Snap! He flicked his fingers.
Firelight like a blazing sun instantly swept into the dark passage ahead, attempting to burn everything inside to