The demons laughed loudly after hearing Zero call himself a tourist.
Mocking.
Cruel.
Confident.
The dark sky above the western island echoed with demonic laughter while corrupted winds swept across the ocean.
One of the demons eventually stepped forward.
Unlike the others, this one carried himself calmly.
His aura was sharper.
Heavier.
Middle Golden Immortal Realm.
The surrounding demons immediately gave him space.
The demon rolled his neck slowly before looking at Zero with narrowed eyes.
"You're interesting for a human."
"Usually they start trembling by now."
Zero rested the immortal sword casually over his shoulder.
"You talk too much."
The demon smiled coldly afterward.
Then—
he pierced his own palm with one claw.
Blood flowed outward instantly before condensing into a dark crimson blade filled with demonic energy.
The ocean currents distorted slightly around it.
"I'll respect your courage," the demon said calmly.
"So I'll kill you properly."
