The Demon World Commander roared incessantly as he was pressed and beaten by an old man who looked disheveled, suffering not only physical injuries but also tremendous psychological trauma.
"You get the hell away from me." The Demon World Commander felt like he was going insane, never having imagined that one day he would be pummeled so viciously.
But roaring was utterly futile. In this moment, the crazed old man was like the War God himself, his fists raining down mercilessly on the Commander's head, causing him to howl in pain.
The crowd on the city walls watched in shock. What exactly was happening before their eyes? Just moments ago, a young man who barely seemed noteworthy had managed to injure the Demon World Commander, and now a deranged old man was doing the same. The world had surely gone mad.
