Angel crouched and sprang aside, dodging its bite from the flank.
The demon missed with its strike but did not give up. It turned its head and continued staring at Angel with eyes full of ravenous hunger.
Drip, drip—
Foul-smelling saliva dripped from its gaping mouth.
Angel could clearly see that when the saliva hit the ground, it hissed, and white vapor rose from the floor.
Strongly corrosive? That thought had barely flashed through Angel's mind when the gaunt demon split open a mouth that occupied nearly two-thirds of its face and charged at him again.
Angel repeatedly tapped off the ground and dodged, smoothly evading the next several pounces.
Through the close-range observation brought by his repeated evasions, Angel had also discovered some information about this demon. Its strength could not be underestimated, but it had suffered extremely severe injuries. Not only had its power plummeted, but its mind also seemed to have gone wrong.
That was precisely why the demon had not used its pressure from beginning to end, and its steps were unsteady. Under such circumstances, Angel could temporarily handle it through evasive maneuvers with his speed.
But this was not a long-term solution.
Dust swirled up, and gravel scattered. While dodging, Angel had also tried to counterattack, but every method of attack he used failed to cause the demon any harm.
During the chase and evasion, Angel also noticed that the demon seemed to regard him as food. The ravenous desire gleaming in its eyes was unmistakable.
If he slowed by even one step, Angel believed his next fate would be to become a meal in the demon's belly.
Even as he dodged, Angel was considering a countermeasure.
He was now in a nearly sealed underground hall, with no way to escape and no ability to