He reviewed the information on Banahar.
[Under Undead Corrosion. Every 397 seconds, he will suffer one bout of corrosion, enduring immense pain for 25 seconds. During this period, he will lose 50% of his conscious control.]
An opponent with half his sanity stripped away was the most terrifying, especially when paired with such a powerful body that was half-undead and half-demon.
Since Zong Shen had the confidence to defeat him head-on, there was no need to take advantage of this.
Otherwise, he might end up making things worse and throwing his own formation into chaos.
Facing him calmly like this was the confidence of a true powerhouse.
"Urgh... huff..."
"Guli gulala guda...?"
(Strategy Module translation: Huff... huff... Interesting little human bug, you didn't take the chance to attack?)
"Hugahala beng kaka?!"
(Strategy Module translation: Then are you planning to submit to me and hand over the Demon Heart?)
"Gabendala hugaxi ga..."
(Strategy Module translation: Your scent is very complicated. You carry not only my heart, but also the scent of my bloodline's essence blood and remnant soul...)
(The Dreadlord essence blood and remnant soul fused earlier—take note, the two were different.)
Zong Shen rolled his eyes. This guy had probably really been driven stupid by confinement.
It was obvious they were about to fight, yet it could still babble on so much.
It did not even consider whether he understood the demon common tongue and just kept yammering away on its own.
Unfortunately, Zong Shen could not speak demon language either. Although the Strategy Module could translate, it could not grant him the ability to speak it, so he had no way to mock or retort against the fellow.
Behind the greater demon, the undead that had emerged from the sealed land remained within their boundaries under its restraint.