The jet-black demon, Abyss power swirling around his entire body, wore a cold and chilling smile as he strode heavily and screechingly toward where those onlookers had fallen.
However.
Just as the demon eagerly prepared to fire Abyssal rays at this fresh batch of toys ahead, granting them in one stroke the eternal fate of a life worse than death—
the scene that met his eyes immediately left his savage body frozen on the spot.
Where the smoke had dispersed, amid shattered bricks and tiles, three figures lay sprawled on the ground, gasping repeatedly, their bodies drenched in blood.
It turned out that the true identities of those who had been watching were an old man and two children.
They were none other than—
the Daig Family, who had once lived alongside him day and night.
"Huh?"
The jet-black demon's monstrous face abruptly stiffened. At the same time, his huge palm instinctively swung upward, slamming hard against the jet-black eyes formed of condensed energy and forcibly halting the Abyssal rays before they could fire!
Bang!
The Abyss power that had failed to condense exploded viciously within the demon's pupils, like a cannon bursting in its barrel.
"Urgh!"
The demon let out a muffled grunt, covered his face, and staggered back several steps before opening his other eyes and staring in shock at the fallen onlookers ahead.
At that moment, Daigman was buried beneath several shattered stone bricks. His hunched body had caved in at multiple points, and his aged face looked barely alive.
The two children whom the old man had tightly shielded beneath himself had also sustained injuries of varying severity.
Daigrick's thin arm had twisted inward at an unnatural angle.
Blood streamed down Daigrian's tender forehead.
"Huff... huff..."
The old man struggled to breathe, refusing to let himself