A burnt, acrid smell thickened in the air.
The barrier, seemingly fragile and thin, reacted violently the moment the Great Demon touched it. As if undergoing a chemical reaction, his hand began to burn.
Yet, despite his own flesh being seared away, the Great Demon remained utterly expressionless. As though he had merely been conducting an experiment, he slowly withdrew his hand and let it regenerate.
“So this is how you wield spiritual energy? An interesting approach. To think it could even wound the Lord’s body… Hm. This is not a power meant for humans. You won’t be able to sustain it for long—it will collapse on its own.”
Was a mere touch enough for him to analyze it fully? The Great Demon observed the Shield of a Hundred Ghosts with an air of detached curiosity, leisurely recovering from his injuries.
“You sure are coming up with a long-winded excuse for failing to break through.”
Cain, standing within arm’s reach of the Great Demon, sneered at him.
