The area was surrounded by a steep cliff that looked like a folding screen, and it reminded me of the main headquarters of the Heavenly Demon Cult in Mount Sumeru.
Was this a miniature version of that place? Come to think of it, the terrain at the Ilsan Lake Park Gate was also like this.
Anyway, there was a cave in front of me, and the black figure that emerged from it was not a demon but a human. A man in his early twenties with a strong masculine scent and a thick, angular face.
"Who are you?"
His voice was familiar, speaking in Chinese rather than the awkward sacred language used by demons. But instead of waiting for an answer, he immediately attacked.
Whoosh!
His fist cut through the air. The mere thrust of his fist caused the atmosphere to tremble, creating an illusion as if the space had distorted. I had a feeling that if I tried to block that fist, it would destroy me.
Sure enough.
Crash!
As I narrowly dodged the man's attack using the Heavenly Demon Replication, the rock behind me had a hole punched through it with a sharp sound. The hole was just the size of the man's fist.
"Wait, hold on!"
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