Sandrew, Show Us What You've Got

Upper Demon.

Such a simple term made everyone's eyes tremble in shock.

Even the seemingly gentle Shadowfolk elder could not help looking at the infant clutched in Sandrew's hand.

After the brief astonishment came overwhelming envy.

They were not ignorant fools. They naturally understood what an Upper Demon represented. It was a powerful existence second only to a Demon Monarch. Even in the Abyss, where demons covered the land, Upper Demons were not something one could encounter whenever one pleased.

Yet Sandrew had obtained one through cultivation, and shackles had been placed upon it while it was still in its embryonic stage.

Sandrew called it a student, but it was little different from a completely bound slave.

Many people here could accomplish what he had just done, provided they possessed such an embryo.

Upper Demon.

An existence of this level could inherit the memories within its soul.

"Sandrew, what is this demon's identity?" The Ogre was the first to lose his patience and ask. The fear on his face had already vanished without a trace.

This sensitive question instantly drew everyone's attention, especially the Vampire, whose refined face was filled with concern.

Upper Demons could achieve immortality through repeated descents. If they learned its identity, they could deduce its abilities from history.

"The most ordinary kind. Its Title is Dark Mandala."

Hiss!

The instant those words fell, a sharp intake of breath swept through the room.

This was shock taken to its utmost limit. Li Ziran, however, was exceptionally curious. How could a mere Title provoke such a reaction? These people before him looked like bumpkins who had never seen the world.

But he had no idea of the origin behind that Title. Dark Mandala dated back to the era of the Second World War.

The Second Red Soil Continent