Anog floated in the air, his enormous body standing twenty-seven or twenty-eight meters tall, brimming with a sense of power.
Demons beneath the rank of greater demon could not even raise their heads to look directly at him.
Yet Charles could clearly see just how miserable Anog's current condition was.
Anog bore wounds across many parts of his body.
The largest tear was across his chest and abdomen—a gaping wound four or five meters long.
Kolsama had left that wound behind.
Even now, it showed no sign of healing.
The powers of both sides' laws clashed fiercely within it.
The law power Anog commanded continually tried to heal his injuries, but whenever it restored a portion, Kolsama's lingering power within the wound rebounded, tearing apart the freshly healed flesh once more.
And injuries like that densely covered Anog's body.
His scales were shattered, his flesh torn open, and blood continued to drip down from him.
However, it was all tainted blood, devoid of any energy and poisonous instead.
Some of it carried the poison of laws. The collision between the two sides' law powers meant that if other demons came into contact with this blood, they would be severely wounded even if they did not die outright.
At this moment, Anog only looked imposing. In Charles's eyes, though, he was nothing more than a bloated fatty with an empty frame.
Anog was furious, but he was not stupid.
He stared at Charles, his gaze shifting from anger to confusion, then from confusion to shock.
Because he realized that in such a short time, Charles had truly grown stronger than before.
Yet he had not broken through to the strength of a sixth-rank demon lord.
Anog asked, "Your strength broke through again? What did you do?"
Charles ignored him completely. "Anog,