Blank's back went cold as she finally realized why Immortal Slave had reacted with such fear and pleaded for mercy when Orson attempted to destroy the stone slab.
"The more I think about it, the more terrifying it gets…" K.D. said, cold sweat pouring down his face. Reflecting on it now, how could dozens of fighter jets ever have captured a Demonic Immortal?
From the start, they had fallen right into Beirut's trap, using The Bruce Family's power to bring the creature here to regain its strength.
"Big-eye monster, are you already sweating?" Orson said, his expression calm as he approached Immortal Slave, his lips curling into a playful smile.
If Orson hadn't been cautious enough to check the stone slab's properties and discovered that the magic formation wasn't offensive, he would have been just as deceived.
Orson switched to his close combat form and stepped on Immortal Slave's head.
In the creature's terrified gaze, he swung the Underworld Ghost Slash with devastating force.
