A Contract

The evil creature's CR was legendary.

Soran's challenge rating, however, was already approaching legendary. With his Demon Avatar's current strength, he scarcely considered one or two legendary creatures a threat. If he successfully advanced into a Balor, nothing short of a party of legendary adventurers would even be capable of fighting him. His Demon Avatar was not his rogue main body; its area attacks and ability to take punishment were both far stronger. His main body excelled at top-tier one-on-one duels, while his Demon Avatar was ideal for clearing out small fry.

The raging flames gradually faded.

Soran emerged from the fire, a sight so overwhelming that the professionals before him shuddered in shock. Although they felt fear, dread, and worry, none showed any intention of fleeing. This undoubtedly proved that they were experienced veterans.

The reason was simple.

This was the Desert Region, with open terrain and excellent visibility. From high ground, everything within several kilometers could be seen clearly.

And Soran could fly.

Under normal circumstances, once they chose to flee, the demon would inevitably hunt them down. In terrain like this, if everyone lost the will to fight and ran, practically no one would escape alive. For a Fire Demon that could fly and use advanced teleportation, hunting down these professionals would take mere minutes. Unless they concentrated their strength and fought, they would certainly be killed one by one.

They stayed to face Soran.

That required wisdom as well as courage, so Soran's opinion of them rose a little.

Those of lawful alignment all possessed strong convictions.

The flames on Soran's body gradually vanished, revealing mysterious Demonic Tattoos across his bare chest. He slowly took a step forward, and the professionals opposite him immediately tightened their grips on their weapons.

He was a demon now.

Demons