Hyeonu’s spear collided against Ragand’s, sending out a massive shockwave. Then a figure popped out from it. The figure was Hyeonu. Hyeonu’s all-out blow succeeded in erasing Ragand’s spear.

“Hoh... You were hiding something like that?” Callioraks was impressed when he saw it. Ragand might not have recovered his former strength, but he was still the demon god. Overcoming the attack of the demon god just once was never easy.

“You said you are the disciple... It is similar in many ways.” Callioraks’ tone was particularly bitter. The technique Hyeonu showed was a bit different in form, but in essence, it was the same as those used by Lebron and John Blake. It meant the three of them had a close relationship. This was something that Callioraks didn’t have.

‘All I have left is...’

Nothing. There was nothing. Killing Ragand was the end of it. The tribe had been wiped out a long time ago.

‘It is... empty.’

Callioraks had lived his entire life for revenge. He learned the magic power of chaos that was filled with the wishes of his tribe and tried to become stronger. He wandered all over the demon...