"What is it?"
Nefar rose to his feet and stared coldly into the distance.
The other party had not concealed his presence. He had come in an overbearing manner, clearly extremely confident in his own combat strength—and the pressure he had just released indeed matched that confidence.
In all his years, this was the first time Nefar had felt such an unusual sense of terror. As an assassin who was not skilled at direct confrontation, his instinct was to avoid facing such a man head-on.
But he had no choice. Sabo and Verafa were both injured, and although Little Titan possessed some great secrets, his own level was clearly too low. The only one capable of fighting head-on was him...
"Oh? Another young and outstanding demon... Tsk tsk, it really makes me reluctant to attack..."
The sinister voice came through the sludge, carrying an abnormally icy, suffocating feeling. It was so eerie and terrifying that Dog Bro nearly choked, while Grandpa beside him sank straight beneath the sludge with a series of gurgles...
"It's him!!"
Not far away, Verafa, who was protecting Sabo, looked startled and hurriedly sent a voice transmission as a warning. "Be careful. He's the one who injured me!"
Nefar was stunned, then immediately reacted. The one who had injured Verafa—wasn't he also the one who had caused Ragnaros to suffer a crushing defeat?
At that thought, a grim look flashed through Nefar's eyes!
He did not particularly like Ragnaros, but he had to admit that among the younger generation of Elemental Demons, Ragnaros was a publicly acknowledged genius. Among the demons who had joined the Borton Faction, aside from Sephiroth, he was the strongest in direct combat!
Someone who could kill Ragnaros was probably even harder to deal with than that woman from earlier!
"Hmm... We're