章 380: Perfect Counter, Follower's Death and Humiliation

The tension in the air was suffocating.

Follower's claws were now embedded in Stark's chest, blackened tendrils of demonic energy wrapping around his heart.

His twisted smile stretched wider as he sneered at Stark.

"This is the end, Chosen. Any last words before I tear your heart out?"

"You really shouldn't do that," Stark replied with his usual smirk, the confidence in his voice unshaken.

Follower's laughter boomed through the battlefield. "Haha! Still acting tough? You'll suffer for your arrogance!"

Stark didn't respond. He didn't need to.

[Initiating 'Demon Devouring'!]

[5 seconds until "Chosen's" death.]

"Haha, I win," Follower declared with glee.

The world held its breath as Follower activated his most iconic skill.

[4...]

The classifiers surrounding the battlefield gasped audibly. They had been reluctant to interfere, watching helplessly as Stark faced off against the monstrosity alone.