Inside the observation room, Sazex and Azazel had long since grown used to scenes like this. So when Zephyr's servant Demon attacked Chen Fan's face, only for Chen Fan to remain completely unharmed while the other man's hand broke, they were not surprised in the slightest.
However, quite a few of the Demon higher-ups present were astonished. Just how thick-skinned was Chen Fan? He had actually broken someone's fist. That had been a Rook renowned for its powerful defense.
"Waaaah!!" The Rook Demon let out a scream and rapidly retreated, wanting the Bishop accompanying him to heal him. His gaze toward Chen Fan was already filled with fear. He had clearly struck Chen Fan's head with all his strength just now.
If it had been a more fragile low-class Demon, its head might have been blown apart by that punch. Even a mid-class Demon would have been severely injured. Yet Chen Fan was completely unharmed, and he could not help but feel terrified.
"Tch, Demons of this level came to stop me? I even had a little expectation," Chen Fan said with a faint smile.
"...!"
Chen Fan stamped his foot, activating his psychic power.
A fierce storm erupted beneath Chen Fan's feet, blowing away everything around him. The bodies of Zephyr's two servant Demons were also swept aside by the storm.
With a bang, they crashed into the wall. Wind continued to spread outward from Chen Fan, dismantling all the so-called traps. Chen Fan walked step by step toward the two Demons.
When the two Demons saw Chen Fan approaching, their expressions changed. Fear filled their eyes. Chen Fan was now giving off an aura that made them tremble, one even Ultimate-class Demons did not possess so intensely.
"Y-you... just what..." The Rook Demon seemed to want to say