As the corpse of the Bulwark Demon fell to the ground, Simon looked at it, then he looked at his blood stained claws and swung his hands slightly, causing some of the blood to fly away from his hands.
He inhaled slightly, then he crouched and used the beast skin cloth of the bulwark demon to clean his hands.
While he was doing this, he felt a sharp pain on his right hand and he looked at it.
There were slight bruises on his knuckles, and he could not help but shake his head when he saw his.
He looked at the deformed head of the corpse.
"Even after using my demonic energy to protect my hands, I still got injured punching you."
"Bulwark demons truly live up to their name."
Just like the name and their appearance, Bulwark demons were exactly like living fortresses.
Not only do they have high physical prowess, their physical defenses were absurdly high.
