"Haa... haa..." Ivan Smith huffed and puffed.
He was currently standing before a formidable opponent, but he refused to back down.
"You're quite strong for a human. You were able to last this long against me." The voice of Ivan's opponent tickled his ears.
It was none other than a Demon General—Lakyus, leader of the Nine Stars.
"I am the second most powerful Demon General, you know? The first belongs to the Crimson Demon Race, so it's no competition. Still, you'll find that among the Demons, I'm pretty high-end."
For a moment, Lakyus looked at the chaos and carnage around them.
He watched how his brethren were slain one after the other.
Still, he did not seem fazed in the slightest.
"We're most likely going to lose this battle. This day will be the one where I die. However, I know my death won't be by your hands."
Ivan didn't respond to his opponent's words. He simply clung to his Wax Blade, and began repairing his Wax Armor.