Beads of cold sweat ran down his face. His trembling pupils and the hand clutching at his dantian showed that the giant figure was crumbling slowly, proof that my plan was working perfectly.

‘It’s working after all.’

I had wondered what I would do if it didn’t, but it seemed that the versatility of demonic energy was broader than I’d expected.

As I examined the fallen Tang Deok, I recalled the reason why he ended up like this.

Tang Deok's subordinate—whose name I can’t even remember, whether it was Julbok or Jungbok—I corrupted him into a demon. I had set …