บท 192: Demonic beliefs beyond good and evil

An arrow flew at an incredible speed towards Mark's chest and he spread his hands wide apart. 

"Come, tear through my chest!" he shouted. 

The arrow pierced through his chest and crashed onto the ground, but right as it did, Mark flew away, his form blurring through the entire dome without ever stopping.

Alchemic Shapeshifting.

His chest mended back to normal.

The Lord of the Savages, who had teleported beside his arrow, spat on the floor.

Eye of Heaven!

Aura Teleportation!

He appeared right in front of Mark, a long sword went for the demon's torso but Mark smirked. A Savage had his weaknesses, he couldn't defend himself while attacking—or his Glass Dome would block his own attack.

The sword tore through Mark's torso like a knife through butter and his blood exploded into the area. But at the same time, Mark's golden eyes tore into the enemy's eyes with a glance as fiery as fire itself.