บท 689: Duel

Just like the others, the Demon Saint's true form was that of a humanoid figure, albeit with a chilling and otherworldly presence.

His countenance was marked by a pair of ominous horns that protruded from his forehead, twisting upward in a menacing arc. His eyes, a sinister fusion of black and crimson, glowed with an unsettling intensity, radiating a malevolent aura.

"That was dangerous… Immortal." The Demon Saint said.

Although he was forced to reveal his true appearance, he didn't seem to be panicking and was calmly assessing the situation he was in.

Clad in dark, ethereal armor that seemed to shift and writhe like liquid shadow, he exuded an air of profound danger.

Sinister patterns adorned the surface of his robe, pulsing with an eerie, crimson luminescence.

As he stood amidst the room, a sense of foreboding spread over the onlookers, and the very air seemed to grow heavy with his presence.

"Y-you! You're a Demon?!"