Kapitel 145: The Fight in Phoenix Clan's Base : Daimon vs Marco (2)

Daimon stood resolutely in front of Marco's relentless onslaught. The fiery cross-shaped waves bore down on him with fierce intensity, but he appeared unfazed by the impending threat.

Amidst the blazing chaos, Marco shouted defiantly at Daimon, his voice filled with unwavering confidence, "It's no use! You will die from this!"

Daimon, his enigmatic smile still in place, responded calmly, "Are you sure about that?"

In the midst of the raging inferno, Marco felt a creeping sense of unease. There was something about Daimon's response, an eerie assurance, that sent shivers down his spine.

Then, to Marco's shock and disbelief, he witnessed something extraordinary. Daimon bit his finger, letting blood flow freely from the wound. As the crimson liquid dripped to the ground, it began to coalesce, forming a small pool of blood.